Little Sister, Christmas Tree [Part II]

“Oh no, my little honey bee–
what’s that you’ve got on your new Christmas dress?
Now, baby, sit up straight for me;
hold still for mamma while I fix your hair.”

I saw a Ferris wheel on fire
I saw a house bend to a squire
I saw a parson twelve feet high
I saw a cottage in the sky

“Hey, there, my little honey bee–
let’s put that back before we make a mess.
Now, baby, can you smile for me?
Look what mamma’s holding in her hand.”

We wrapped a rope around the pine
and dragged it to a snowy field nearby.
And I saw violence in her smile
as she watched mamma light the tree on fire.

I saw a Ferris wheel on fire
I saw a house bend to a squire
I saw a parson twelve feet high
I saw a cottage in the sky

I saw a Ferris wheel on fire
I saw a house bend to a squire
I saw a parson twelve feet high
I saw a cottage in the sky

I saw a Ferris wheel on fire
I saw a house bend to a squire
I saw a parson twelve feet high
I saw a cottage in the sky