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There is the tall elf named Buddy, Who is Santa Claus' quick study. Throwing a lot of snow balls, "Hi, daddy," the human calls, He falls down and gets all muddy.
Your favorite color is blueAnd all small things matter to you From the beauty withinThat rank a high ten To the smile outsideThat you should never hide
I have a friend named Ryan Others may think I’m lyin’ When I say he has a beard so legit I wish him never to get rid of it Just because he's bearded Doesn't mean that he's a joke
He constantly corrects me. He knows how to corrupt me. He never lets me sleep. While he's up all night talking to me.