There is resentment in the reindeer community.
There may very well be an irresistible
urge for a famed group of 8 to
"take matters in their own hooves" as it were.
You see, for Dasher, Dancer, Prancer
Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen,
the boss's new favourite may not be so
welcome.
By some freak twist of fate, given
of an apparent anomaly, Rudolph was an
outcast as far back as he could recall.
Mobs can be so cruel, its not difficult
to see how anyone could feel for poor
Rudy, mistreated as he was.
But his fortune would soon improve,
the winds of change were blowing
quite favourably for young Rudolph.
Indeed it seems political correctness
was on the mind of ol' Santa and
Rudolph was a golden opportunity
he just couldnt pass up.
So, wasting no time, the jolly fat
geezer took our furry foal from outcast
to lead reindeer, no doubt a coveted gig.
As bright as day to the keen observer,
this reshuffle is bound to be the source
of tension. Having no seniority whatsoever
this young upstart is displacing all who
had invested so much in their careers
with the hope, most likely,
of a shot at the top job one day.
Not to mention the one who had the job before
the shiny nosed fellow came along.
No one in their right mind would think of
blaming Rudy for this sad state of affairs.
Never the less, if (or when) any unfortunate event
is to occur, the obvious casualty aint gonna be
St-Nic, is it?
You find yourself in quite a vulnerable position
my scarlet appendixed little friend.
those you should fear the most are all behind you.
I say, beware the Ides of March Rudolph!
There may very well be an irresistible
urge for a famed group of 8 to
"take matters in their own hooves" as it were.
You see, for Dasher, Dancer, Prancer
Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen,
the boss's new favourite may not be so
welcome.
By some freak twist of fate, given
of an apparent anomaly, Rudolph was an
outcast as far back as he could recall.
Mobs can be so cruel, its not difficult
to see how anyone could feel for poor
Rudy, mistreated as he was.
But his fortune would soon improve,
the winds of change were blowing
quite favourably for young Rudolph.
Indeed it seems political correctness
was on the mind of ol' Santa and
Rudolph was a golden opportunity
he just couldnt pass up.
So, wasting no time, the jolly fat
geezer took our furry foal from outcast
to lead reindeer, no doubt a coveted gig.
As bright as day to the keen observer,
this reshuffle is bound to be the source
of tension. Having no seniority whatsoever
this young upstart is displacing all who
had invested so much in their careers
with the hope, most likely,
of a shot at the top job one day.
Not to mention the one who had the job before
the shiny nosed fellow came along.
No one in their right mind would think of
blaming Rudy for this sad state of affairs.
Never the less, if (or when) any unfortunate event
is to occur, the obvious casualty aint gonna be
St-Nic, is it?
You find yourself in quite a vulnerable position
my scarlet appendixed little friend.
those you should fear the most are all behind you.
I say, beware the Ides of March Rudolph!