“What do you suppose? What do you suppose?
Shall I stir soup with my ugly nose?”
Old Santa Claus laughed and said,
“Ha! ha! ha! hee! hee! hee!
Make for me a cup of tea!”
The little dwarf stamped his foot again and said,
“What do you think? What do you think?
Can an ugly dwarf make tea to drink?”
Then the little dwarf was gone for a long time and Santa Claus almost fell asleep. He shook himself to keep awake.