the puppies were nestled
all eight in a bed
with visions of raw meat
up in their head

down through the chimney
white paws and a tale
was the ridgeback Satcha Claus
dragging a pail

all full of jiblets and giblets and cream
the puppies were hungry
they started to scream

on beef heart, on chicken
on emu, on tripe
raw meat to all
and to all a goodnight