Shrek the Halls Page #3

- Ja, ja.

- This is funny.

- Ja.

- Yep, that's a good one.

- Good night, everyone.

- It's time for lights out.

- We can't go to sleep yet.

We haven't heard a bedtime story. Right?

Shrek, yeah!

All right. All right.

Don't need this.

OK.

'Twas the night before Christmas

Not a swamp rat did creep

As mother and babe

played kazoo in their sleep

Now, the sight of the house

would make any ogre droop

For 'twas sickeningly sweet

as unicorn poop

Yet who was arriving

to help this lost cause?

The foul, the vile

and handsome Ogre Claus

Hey. How's it goin'?

He looked all around

and scratched at his beard

And said...

And said...

This place is worse

than I thought... feared.

So he grabbed up his belly

and screwed up his face

And let loose a...

That transformed the place

With a gleam in his eye

his work here was done

And then to the babies

he gave one by one

A festering bottle

of stinky swamp juice

And for mommy a kiss

and a good Christmas goose

Four hundred twenty five degrees,

Then digging a finger

inside of his nose

And giving a nod up

the chimney he rose

And I heard him exclaim

as he drove out of sight

"Smelly Christmas to all,

and to all a gross night!"

Ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho!

- Ho, ho, ho!

- Santa?!

Ho, ho, ho!

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