Hark the Harold Anglels sing
My puppy just brought me a Christmas thing.
She took it down right off the tree
And brought it out to the kitchen for me.
I can see that she's pleased
By the grin on her face.
What's that? Oh No!
It's Granny's' good lace
That sweet smelling soap
That I bought for Sis
Looks mighty peculiar
There's something amiss.
She thinks it's for her
She says "It's Mine".
And undoes the wrapping in 3/4 time.
She takes
lights from the tree
She takes down the bows
Where the tree angel has gone
Nobody knows.
She takes with delight
All the little round balls.
Rolls them over the floor
And some down the halls.
Battered and bent, to the left sags the tree
But the pup is now sleeping, curled up next to me.
She's soft and she's warm, an innocent delight
So Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.