Jingle

Jingle bells ring and small coins ting
Birds don’t fly when baked for a king
It’s Christmas time and I ain’t got a dime
Broke in The Season is so a crime
Trees hardly shiver
When cold winds come hither
Hams don’t bake and chickens don’t fry
Pecans are just nuts in a gooey pie
Santy ain’t here; never has been
The manger is took by a laying hen
Beasts of the fields and birds of the air
All they got is feathers and hair
Place your orders ’cause the day is Black
Havin’ a sale for the lord’s haystack
Peace on earth and good will to men
Totin’ a gun to cast out sin
I was wrong; Santy is back
In the chimney with his big ol’ sack
Bendin’ over the tree is a timeless fact
“Dude, you’re showin’ your crack”