They talk ‘bout George Washington

An’ de famous cherry tree,

‘Bout tall, slim Lindy

Who braved de wide, blue sea.

They talk ‘bout de limousines,

De new inventions, too,

But they hardly ever print a word

‘Bout my hero true.

He ain’t no powerful pretty,

My famous hero ain’t.

His clothes are nice an’ fleecy

An’ red as wagon wheel paint,

His nose Is like a cherry,

An’ dere’s a proud tilt to his chin,

He’s sort o’ fat, but not too fat,

If he wuz, he couldn’t git in

My house each Christmas mornin’

Without comin’ in de door.

He slides down our chimney

‘Cause black soot is on de floor.

If you are good, he is your pal

An’ brings what ya’ want him to,

But if you’re mean an’ naughty,

Well --- I kind o’ pity you!

So you may have your favorites,

Your favorites short or tall.

But I’ll always take Santa Claus,