The Chronicles of Cinco

T'was the day before Christmas,

and all through the town,

Cinco was joyous,

just clowning around.

When It was time to head home

She was off like a flash,

She hauled us up hills,

On a swift snowman dash. 

And out in the hall

There arose such a clatter

The neighbors all wondered

What was the matter

Away to her presents

Cinco flew in a bound

Tore open the wrapping

And sniffed all around

When what to her wondering eyes should appear

But a brand new white weasel

With a squeak in its ear

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work

She grabbed that stuffed weasel

Then turned with a jerk

She sprang to her door, tail wagging in joy

Christmas was perfect

She had a new toy

And we heard her exclaim

As she slipped out of sight

Mmmmwweerrryy Mmmmisstmas moo mall

Mmmank moo. Mmmood mmmight.