Then kissing each good reindeer, he bade them all farewell,
And left them in the MILKY WAY, forever there to dwell.
And you, my little children, who have heard the tiny hoofs
Of the little flying steeds pattering on the roofs,
If you would like to catch a glimpse of Santa's good reindeer,
Then wait until it's dark some night, and when the sky is clear,
You'll see them very plainly in the broad light MILKY WAY,
And there for all the time to come, these steeds will romp and play.
