He’ll be coming on a steamboat
All the way from sunny Spain.
He’s carrying lots of presents but
May take them home again.
If you haven’t been a good boy,
No, you will not get the cane,
But he’ll bundle you inside a sack,
Then off you’ll go to Spain.
Where . . .
You can sit on sunny beaches
And sip cocktails by the pool.
Now won’t that suit you better than
Just going back to school?
Black Peter always knows what’s best
For naughty girls and boys.
You’ll enjoy a Christmas in the sun
Instead of boring toys.
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