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Dear Father Christmas:
     I know you’ve work to do . . . BUT 
Our neighbour keeps a fearsome lion
     Who escaped from London Zoo.

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I don’t want him to eat you up;
     I’m waiting for my toys,
So, please Father Christmas,
     Do not make a noise.

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Dear Father Christmas:
     At the house across the street
They keep a wicked crocodile
     Who likes old men to eat.

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I don’t want him to eat you up;
     I’m waiting for my toys,
So, please Father Christmas,
     Do not make a noise.

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Dear Father Christmas:
     Don’t go to number eight.
The deadly scorpion at this house
     Is lying there in wait.

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Look, forget the other houses 
      And bring their toys to me.
I’m only showing my concern
     As surely you can see!

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