Twas two weeks before Crispmouse
and all thru the haus
not a creechur wuz stirring,
not even 'nip mouse.
Them homies wuz sleepin
all warm in their beds,
wif visions of toy bags
fillin their heds.
When all of a sudden
their eyes they did see
my Daddy the food ape
on the stairz saying "WEEEE."
He went to the kitchin
and not in the least
he opened four cans
of good Fancy Feest.
-By Hobbes Fattytail