And their eyes are like all the comfort that ever you hoped to find;
You catch a santamingo and you'll get peace of mind.
You won't find buried treasures, you won't get sudden luck,
But things'll just go smoothly that used to get somehow stuck—
The little things that matter, the trumpery things that please,
You catch your santamingo and you're always sure of these.
You don't get thrones and kingdoms, you don't turn great or good,
But you know you're just in tune with things, you know you're understood,
And wherever you chance to be is home and any old time's the best
When you've got your santamingo to keep your heart at rest.