The more he brings each year to us upon the mantel shelf.
But children in far Norway are better girls and boys
Than we who live in this fair land and think so much of toys,
That we forget about the pets while feeding our own selves,
Like thoughtless, greedy little pigs or naughty selfish elves.
While Norway children in the fall they work to gather corn,
And save it for the birds they feed on every Christmas morn,
So we should follow in their steps and feed the wee birds crumbs,
Before we start to feast ourselves on Christmas sugar plums.