At Christmas Time(PPOW-farm)

Far, far away, in a faraway land, where farfetched ideas are grand,

Swarms of unarmored varmints in harmony live, and none are alarmed at the charm they give,

while making armoires full of armadillo toys, to give away to good little girls and boys,

at Christmas time.

Carmine earmuffs for farmhands, and endearments stitched on arm bands,

by schoolmarms dressed as barmaids, in barmy colored garment facades.

Seafaring marmosets sail marshmallow armadas, to gather arms full of harmonicas,

while farmers greet wayfaring strangers, with a “Fare-ye-well, my friends, so dear!”

at Christmas time.

On tarmacs lay farrows and farrago presents galore, as safari-dressed Santa empties his store.

Farmers’ homes showoff farkleberry wreaths, and farriers give charms to all who believes,

even the farthest thoroughfares clear, as homeward bound, karma-warmed hearts, fill with good cheer.

People armed with gaiety as common fare, dance farandoles and farucas- the excitement is shared,

at Christmas time.

Far, far away, in a faraway land, where farfetched ideas are grand,

indefinite armistice exists between all, as armaments are disarmed by the armies recall.

The welfare of mankind is not a nefarious state, and harm is no longer caused by hate.

With arms full of love insofar as he died, thus was the reason of birth, God didn’t hide,

at Christmas time.