My wacky granddad, quite odd indeed
a funny lad, he carries a lead.
When Christmas comes I beg and I plead
guess what he gets me, an apple seed.
A cat in a hat, a rat and a bat,
an orange, a lemon, a pear and a mat,
a table, a frog, a nut in a hut,
some cheese, a clock and a monkeys foot,
a window, a brick, a worm and a chair,
a gate, a zebra, a pencil and a bear,
a potato, a book, a candle and a flare,
the rest he got me I really don’t care.
That’s what I got for Christmas,
that’s what I got from him.