He knelt and he farted and slid down the roof
Father Christmas said, Rudolph you're so uncouth.
That fart went right in my face,
You're nothing but a disgrace.
Rudolph laughed and said, you do pong.
As father Christmas broke out into song.
He said, we're pong ponging all the way
Oh! What a lovely farting Christmas day.
Oh! The presents will smell nice
With roast turkey, Xmas pud and rice.
There will be farting competitions
And many, red faced repetitions.
For farting is a worldwide occupation
It goes right across every nation.
So, a happy farting Christmas
And a happy farting New Year.
Oh dear said Rudolph I've s.... meself
And I haven't got a spare pair of knickers,
HO, HO, HO, HO, HO
Laughed farter Chistmas
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