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Outside, all of the small children run about
Jerry licked his lips and smiled
As his thoughts became more and more senile
He thought and he though about what he would do
"Ill dress up as Santa and trick the little fools"
So on the night, he bought the suit, and prepared for his departure into the room
Through the chimney he'd go, more efficient, but slow
The little children would awake to a Christmas morning rape