The Thief of Christmas Trees

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Description

A Limerick verse poetic song I wrote about a nasty who hates Christmas

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Senior (55+)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Now I'm a man who bores Christmastime, and it's cause I come out at night when you're all sleeping tight and become a thief with a cause, enough to look through windows. What I'll see inside. Who knows when I see what I want, I'll be quite. But I'll be that for that end those. I have no time for Toomey's. I have my own set of keys. I'll be in and out and was out of doubt. You'll find no sign of Christmas trees. Early in the morning, I hear the Children calling. He being here again with greatest day, and all of them are bowling. I thought I had no feeling, but I think my heart is healing. What have I done to Still is no fun, and now I find myself grieving.