When Santa first started
His sleigh not quite built
His course not yet charted
He had a lone reindeer
Whose name was Lored
With one weighty antler
On the side of his head
All else was quite normal
That first Christmas Eve
Lored and ol' Santa
Preparing to leave
Santa hopped on Lored Sat right on his back
That chubby old man
His heavy red sack
Then up in the air
They arose with the presents
Circling for hours
Like tail-spinning pheasants
Lored's weighty antler
Kept turning them round
He could not get straight Ol' Santa just frowned
St. Nick got quite dizzy
Had lost all his cheer
And said home now Lored
We'll wait till next year
Lored was then banished
To the town of Breelunter
Where he became the trophy
Of a one-legged hunter
