If, by chance, I wrote an ode
That made good people smile
I'd change my metre, change my rhyme,
Completely change my style.
...
I saw a deflated Santa
drooping from a roof.
Maybe a robin pecked him
but I think, to tell the truth,
...
I can't stop myself from looking
.At every face that passes
Why is he here? And that young girl?
And that lady in the glasses?
...