a sparking, flaming sled carrying burning air dropped coal will be delivered by eight wuhan bats to all the worlds children. the end. sleep tight children.
listen to the lyrics...who would ever sing this as a lullaby... look at alison crouse. she used to be full of life and sang like a bird...look at her. she is warped now.
I'll add a caption if that's OK.... Troopers: How is it, Captain, that the sarge gets to wear shoes every time we have to wear these damn boots. They're a pain in the arse to polish! Sarge: Quiet you lot, or I'll make you all polish your helmets and breastplates as well!!!
Sargent Major: "These young gentlemen are all quite pleased with themselves. Now let's get them shot at, shall we?"