Someone’s living in my Christmas tree!
A monster lives in my Christmas tree;
he shakes the branches at half-past three.
The tinsel swings from side to side,
the decorations slip and slide,
Tinkly dingles intermingle.
Even if I stand up on a chair,
I can’t see him — but I know he’s there!
Then I gave him a monstrous cake,
and now he’s got a tummy ache.
There’s no more monster in my tree
so Santa Claus can come to me!