Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue,
where the little Hum stockings hung all in a row.
"These sock things," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk,
with a smile most unpleasant,
around the whole room
and he took EVERY present.
Pop guns, bycicles!
Rollerskates, drums!
Checkerboards, teddy bears!
Popcorn and plums!
And he stuffed them in sacks,
then Zim, very nimbly,
stuffed all the bags one by one
up the chimbley!
Then he slunk to the icebox,
and took the Hums' feast.
He took the Hum pudding!
He took the rost beast!
He cleaned out that icebox,
as quick as a flash.
Why, that Zim even took
the last can of Hum hash!
He stuffed all the food
up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW," grinned Zim,
"I will stuff up the tree!"
As he looked at the tree,
and around it he prowled.
He heard an unpleasant voice,
give a small growl.
He peeked around the tree fast,
and he saw a small Hum.
Little Gazy-lou Hum,
stood in the doorway of the room.
She stomped over to Zim,
and he squeaked like a mouse,
Gazy-lou bellowed,
"Why are you in my house!?"
But you know, that old Zim
was so smart, and so slick,
that he thought up a lie
and he thought it up quick!
"I was just checking to see
that this tree was still...green!
And oh, lookit that!
It's the greenest I've seen!"
And his fib fooled the child,
and he broke a fake grin,
and when Gazy closed the door to her room,
Zimmy locked her in.
And when he was sure,
she was soundly asleep,
he shoved the tree up the chimney,
making not one single peep.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
The last thing he took
was the log for their fire!
On the walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food
that he left in the house,
was a crumb
that was even too small for a mouse.
(then he snuck back in and took that too...)