Take note regarding Santa’s girth
Weighs 50 times his weight at birth
We must step in, for all it’s worth
Before he’s buried neath the earth
Make haste, call Ms Jenny Craig
Weight Watchers’ & Gold’s Gym
I’m not trying to pull your leg, as
It’s top priority to get Santa slim
Break out the jump rope ‘n weights
Get old Saint Nick to running hard
Work him until he almost faints
Gotta rid himself of all that lard
Our big reward is Mrs. Claus’s smile
As she’ll have Santa for a longer while
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