There were objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull, and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box A box? Is it steel? Are there locks? Is it filled with a pox? A pox, how delightful, a pox If you please... Just a box with bright-colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow A bow? But why? How ugly! What's in it? What's in it? That's the point of the thing, not to know It's a bat Will it bend? It's a rat Will it break? Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake? Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas Land Now, pay attention We pick up an over-sized sock And hang it like this on the wall Oh,
whiterabbit
