Just THINK if those were chickens
On that foggy Christmas Eve,
Who pulled, instead of reindeer,
That old sleigh of make believe!
We never would have strained
For clatter on the roof to hear,
But would have heard much clucking
And a scratching hen, I fear.
There wouldn\'t be a Rudolph
With his nose of flaming red,
But a rooster crowing loudly,
With a comb atop his head.
They would have pecked the shingles
from most every roof in town,
and laid eggs in the gutters,
some of white and some of brown.
They would have scratched the wrappings
From the packages so bright,
And pecked the toes from G.I.Joes
And not been too polite.
The toys would all be broken
With their pieces tossed asunder
And chicken poop a token
Found over, on, and under.
They would have shed their feathers all around throughout the night,
and kids would think of snowman when they woke up at first light.
But those were feathers on the ground instead of snow so white,
and Christmas morn the two words heard were “achoo” and “gesundheit!”
Just think if those were chickens
who had pulled old Santa’s sleigh
instead of all those reindeer
on that eve of Christmas Day.
“On Comet, on Cupid
on Donner, I’m stricken
to think what would happen
if deer had been chicken!”