Its Christmas eve in the Tropics
And I am sick of the Cockatoos
Stealing all of my Christmas fruit
from vine and tree on my roof
I've laid a wire trap trying to tangle claws
And stop them up there forthwith
But holy thundering exploding sh.t
By the sound of it I've killed Santa Claus……
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