Elvis The Elf

I'm Elvis the Elf and I'm all tired out

I painted toys and carried them about

Santa told me if my works was O.K.

He would let me borrow his sleigh for a day

I pondered and pondered where would I go

Over the hills and through the snow

At last the time came when I climbed in the sleigh

I fell asleep and awoke the next day

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by Louise Hinkley Devendorf

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