Listen little children and hear my tale
of the holiday you love so well.
You know of the man who is dressed all in red,
who travels the world in his flying sled.

He gives out presents to children who are good,
and act the way all good children should.
I know you wonder about the kids who are bad,
who get great delight in making others sad.

Far away in a place made of ice,
there lives a person who is not very nice.
He is dressed head to toe in the darkest black,
his goatee is red and his hair is slicked back.

His sled is black with wheels that have spikes,
pulled trolls on Harley moter bikes.
Every year they get in a mood,
to pay a visit to the kids who do no good.

The goblins all go with him in his sled,
and with a trail of black smoke they fly over head.
He flies all around on his evil cause,
(rumor has it he tried to run down Santa Claus).

He visits the bad kids in the bad side of town,
tears up the roofs and knocks their chimney down.
He breaks all the windows and kicks the dog,
He will even steal the fireplace log.

His goblins will put graffiti on the walls,
and throw the good dishes down the hall.
His trolls will hide under the bed,
ready to pounce if you raise your head.

Laughing back to the sled they do run,
it is not a pretty sight to see when they are done.
You can hear him calling out to his evil crew,
"Come on now, we have much more to do"

"Let's go and visit all the bad girls and boys,
tear down the chimneys, and break all their toys."
"Let's all have some fun and go on a rampage,
I'm in the mood to do some damage."

Off in the night they will roar off again,
circle the house three times and then,
in to the air the Anti-Claus will fly,
laughing at the tears the bad kids will cry.

So listen little children and try to be good,
and act the way all good children should.
Do not do bad things to make others cry,
or the Anti-Claus may one day stop by.