Town Meeting Song

Listen everyone, there
Were objects so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalize my brain
It's a world unlike
Anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try, I
Can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream
But you must believe
When I tell you this
It's as real as my
Skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you
This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box
A box? Is it steel? Are there locks?
Is it filled with a pox? A
Pox, how delightful, a pox
If you please, just a box
With bright-colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow
A bow? But why? How ugly?
What's in it? What's in it?
That's the point of
The thing, not to know
It's a bat, will it bend?
It's a rat, will it break?
Perhaps it's the head
That I found in the lake
Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas land
Now, pay attention, we
Pick up an over-sized sock
And hang it like this on the wall
Oh, yes, does it still have a foot?
Let me see, let me look
Is it rotted and covered with gook?
Let me explain, there's no
Foot inside, but there's candy
Or sometimes it's filled with small toys
Small toys, do they bite? Do they snap?
Or explode in a sack?
Or perhaps they just spring out
And scare girls and boys
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once
Everyone, please now, not so fast
There's something here
That you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give
Them what they want
And the best, I must confess
I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome king with
A deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've
Come to understand
And I've also heard it told
That he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay
With his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks
With his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said
And on a dark, cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog, like
A vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws
Well, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special kind of feeling
In Christmas land, oh, well