| His name was Sandy Sleighfoot
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| And, oh, so sad was he
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| For though he stood just four feet tall
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| His feet were three foot three
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| He tried to help make Santa’s toys
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| But with his feet so long
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| He’d trip and fall and break them all
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| Just everything went wrong
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| Now, Little Sandy Sleighfoot
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| Don’t you feel so blue
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| Even with your feet so long
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| God has a place for you
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| The other kids made fun of him
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| They laughed at him with glee
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| But Sandy Sleighfoot learned one day
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| Without skis, he could ski
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| So when the night fore Christmas Eve
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| The reindeer stable burned
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| He skied downhill and saved the deer
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| Remembering what he’d learned
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| Now everybody loves him
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| And Santa loves him too
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| And ever since on Christmas Eve
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| He’s helped bring gifts to you
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| Now Little Sandy Sleighfoot
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| Don’t you feel so blue
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| Even with your feet so long
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| God has a place for you
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| The other kids made fun of him
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| They laughed at him with glee
|
| But Sandy Sleighfoot learned one day
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| Without skis, he could ski
|
| So when the night fore Christmas Eve
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| The reindeer stable burned
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| He skied downhill and saved the deer
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| Remembering what he’d learned
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| Now everybody loves him
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| And Santa loves him too
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| And ever since on Christmas Eve
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| He’s helped bring gifts to you |