Under
Santa's hat, there is a curious little crop
His bottom may be fat, but he's been getting thin on
top
The fuzz above his forehead's like a field that's underfed
It won't be long until there's not one hair on Santa's
head
He knows how cold each winter gets, how every sneeze
can freeze
So he searches on the internet for "bald head
remedies"
Each remedy's a food or drink, some wacky, wild and
wierd
Soon he begins to rub them where his hair has disappeared
He starts out spreading salsa onto every hairless
spot
He knows he can't be careless, it's the only chance
he's got
When he glances in his mirror the next morning after
bed
He searches for some hair, but a sombrero's there
instead
Well, Santa looks discouraged, but he doesn't feel
defeat
He cooks up a new remedy and says, "Bon appetit!"
Across his bald head everywhere, he spreads a cheese
souffle
But on those spaces he wants hair, now sits a French
beret
Santa's never one to worry, so he sets a faster pace
In a hurry he makes curry and he plasters it in place
Now his goal is getting clearer, he's much nearer
with each try
But one look into the mirror shows a turban two feet
high!
Next, he rustles up some barbeque and spreads it with
a smile
He thinks, "This'll do the trick, I'm gonna grow
hair Texas-style!"
He's sure he's found a cure from all those remedies
he's read
Till he sees a giant Stetson ridin' high up on his
head
As he smashes up and pours on a puree' of squash and
peas
Santa hangs out and prepares to shout "hooray!"
at what he sees
When he gives his head a tough-guy stare and dares
his hair to grow
The cutest baby bonnet's there, all tied up with a
bow
Well, this gent they call Saint Nicholas is quite
a sight to see
His results have been ree-dickle-us with each new
recipe
In time, his tale will tickle us-- he doesn't have
a doubt
But today he's got to find a way to get some hair
to sprout
He can't resist those remedies, but the list goes
on and on
So, he certifies this date "The Great Hair-Growing
Marathon"
He gives it all he's got while mixin' fixins one by
one
Whether he grows hair or not, it seems like Santa's
having fun
He cooks up his cuisine, he's got a hungry head to
feed
He looks like a machine with every move at lightning
speed
For show, he throws on flour and dough, he's like
an acrobat
But instead of hair, what sits up there's a great,
big baker's hat
Then he squishes up and dishes up a hot dog on a bun
But an oldtime baseball cap appears the minute that
he's done
He thinks that rum might grow some hair, so he rubs
on more and more
Then a pirate hat is sitting there, like Long John
Silver wore
When Santa serves up Irish stew and sprinkles shamrocks
on
There's a green hat with a buckle, he's a lucky leprechaun
Then he tosses on some mystery sauce, across his head
it roams
When a cool detective's hat appears, he looks like
Sherlock Holmes
After mashing up a cup of maize to help his hairless
cause
He wears an Indian headdress and becomes Chief Santa
Claus
Then all those crazy cures start tickling Santa's
funny bone
He thinks about a hundred other hats that he might
own!
There's Merlin the Magician's from those great King
Arthur books
Those floppy hats for fishin', crammed with tackle,
bait and hooks
Those Viking hats from days of yore with horns designed
to shock
Those funny hats the Pilgrims wore when they hit Plymouth
Rock
Next, a quirky fez from Turkey with its tassle dangling
down
From an ancient English castle he could have a kingly
crown
Now, his bald head doesn't bother him at all, imagine
that
Up there, instead of hair, he'd rather wear another
hat!
So many hats--a helmet, a fedora or a tam
He's balder than an eagle, but he's happy as a clam
In just awhile, he'll have a pile of styles he's never
seen
He's turned his hairless head into a hat-making machine
So, Santa's head keeps working till the sun begins
to rise
He knew it had some skill, but still he can't believe
his eyes
His hat-making machine went wild, there's not one
space to spare
A thousand different hats are piled in places everywhere
Santa finally finds a way that his bald head has passed
the test
It worked so hard and fast, now it deserves a little
rest
He wanted something up there, but much more than hair
has grown
The biggest hat collection that this world has even
known!
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