And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Who was in bed with her cup,
He crupt to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire!
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food that he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.