Yesterday I asked you all
What you might want from me
So far I’ve only heard the crickets
Chirping merrily
So here’s the deal, if you might want
A drawing as a gift
I need to know what sort of thing
Might give your heart a lift
And if you’d rather not reveal
Your wishes publicly
Just go online and send a good old
Email off to me
But if I don’t hear anything
It might just give me cause
To think there’s nothing that you want
From dear old Womas Claus
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