"I know JUST what to do..."

Zim bellowed in his throat.

"Why, I'll make a quick Sandy Claws

hat and a coat!"

Then he chuckled and laughed,

"What a great plan from Zim!

Why with Saint Nick's onsomble,

they'll all think I'm him!"

*music plays again*

You're a green one, Mr. Zim,

you really are a brute.

"Why I'll use a sleigh to get there,

or even better, use my voot!"

shouted Ziiiiii-im!

He's a bad banana with a...

greasy black peeeeel!

"All I need is a reighndeer..."

So Zim looked around,

but since reighndeer were scarce,

there was none to be found.

But did that stop Zim?

HAH! He thought, then he said,

"If I can't find a reighndeer,

I'll MAKE one instead..."

So he took his S.I.R., Gir,

yes, a S.I.R.'s what I said.

And he bolted some sticks

to that tiny Gir's head.

Then he loaded some bags

in the trunk of his voot,

and he hitched up Gir,

and looked for the fastest route.

Then Zim yelled, "onwards, Gir!"

And the voot started on,

and they'd just reached the town,

after the setting of the sun.

All the windows were dark,

no one knew he was there.

All the Hums were all dreaming

sweet dreams without care.

When he came to the first little house in the square...

"This is stop number one."

The old Zimmy Claus hissed,

as he climbed to the roof,

empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney,

a bit small for him,

"But if Santa can do it

than I can!" said Zim.

He got kinda stuck,

for a second or more,

than he slipped,

and fell with a thud on the floor.