| Children, may I tell a riddle
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| Of someone who’s dear to you
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| Maybe you will guess the answer
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| Long before I’m through
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| (Riddle, a riddle, oh, tell us a riddle)
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| (Tell us a riddle, please do)
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| Well, long ago there lived a bishop
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| Who was such a kindly man
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| All his life was spent in giving
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| That was how it all began
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| And they say he rode a white horse
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| As he went from door to door
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| Giving presents, sweets and good things
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| Need I tell you any more
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| (Riddle, a riddle, it still is a riddle)
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| (Tell us, oh, please tell us more)
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| Next the legend says, the children
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| Would leave hay in a wooden shoe
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| For the white horse he was riding
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| Now you have another clue
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| (You gave us a clue, you gave us a clue)
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| (About hay in a wooden shoe)
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| He has many another name
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| In many another far off land
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| But no matter what the language
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| Every child will understand
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| Well now, when you hang your stocking
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| He was why that all began
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| All the World has kept the custom
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| Of this kind and saintly man
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| (We've got it, we’ve got it, we just guessed the riddle)
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| (We know how it all began)
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| Yes, you know now 'twas Saint Nicholas
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| For giving gifts, he was the cause
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| Some have named him dear Kris Kringle
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| Others call him Santa Claus
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| And much like the sweet Dutch children
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| Would leave hay in a wooden shoe
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| Others leave some for the reindeer
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| And give presents too
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| (The riddle, the riddle, we guessed the riddle)
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| (The riddle of dear old Saint Nick)
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| The riddle of old Saint Nick |