When I was only eight years old
I discovered to my surprise
That the parents I had trusted
Had told me lots of silly lies
Firstly, a puzzle, something strange
I learned when five, six or seven
Baby Jesus was born to mother Mary
By our father, Christmas, in heaven
We prayed, and wrote, to our father
Who lived most of the year up there
Not with horse power but reindeer
In December drove to malls here
Then, worse, my granny, dearly loved
Who when I looked could not be found
Wasn't in holiday heaven
But buried deep under the ground
But when I had reached eleven
I could clearly think and reason
Biology, geography
The sun, moon, stars - and the season
Just when I thought I'd sorted it
And saw summer was in July
But Australia, down under
Was upside down. No-one knew why
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Now that I'm old I'm still confused
Why did dear God send coughs and colds?
Why do the Chinese speak Chinese
And not say thank you and yes please?
Why do we waste money on wars?
Why are some good people such bores?
Why do rich people like to camp?
Send answers on a postage stamp.
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