Santa drank a vile and now he\'s possessed
With erupting cosmic blue flames galore
with spears of light, yes, in his reservoir
Kris Kringle began an shouting obsessed
The elves got ready to flee distressed
While some got turned into rubber ducks of war
Squeaking and wheezing might just stock the store
As Santa lights the elves with blue balls in jest
The elves have fought back as best they can
With vorpal ripples coming forth from Claus
They were most gallant in from and command
But the battle ran long as the elves bore gauze
Died down the little ones, but up was blue Kaun
Santa distraught; now with plenty of draws