Save the Reindeer!

As you lay awake and wait,

for the clatter on the slate,

of the hoofprints of the slaves,

of that burley bearded knave,

let a thought dance through your head,

as you lie cozy in your bed,

and eight tiny victims,

earn frequent flier miles pulling a sled:



Aren't the flying reindeer, my dear,

an endangered species whose extinction is feared?

And if it ain't, oughtened it to be?

Don't them animals deserve to be free?

Save the Reindeer!

Make that bastard pay!

Save the Reindeer!

Let them have a say!



Will we ever know how many have died,

travelling thousands of miles in a single night?

Is there any records to show,

how many plowed to their end in the snow?

Is it worth the comfort of millions of kids,

for eight miraculous lives to be threatened by skids,

jet planes, cloud cover, and poorly maintained rooves

that provide little purchase for those lovely little hooves?



Aren't the flying reindeer, my dear,

an endangered species whose extinction is feared?

And if it ain't, oughtened it to be?

Don't them animals deserve to be free?

Save the Reindeer!

Make that bastard pay!

Save the Reindeer!

Let them have a say!



All the bright jingles and stories do say,

that the way things are are just that way,

but we were told that about slavery, Profumo and Cher.

It's time to make a stand to show you care!

What's a little disappointment to consumerized children,

when the reindeer's kids don't know where or when,

their mummy or their duddy might die or lose their job,

all because of an overweight impudent yob?



Aren't the flying reindeer, my dear,

an endangered species whose extinction is feared?

And if it ain't, oughtened it to be?

Don't them animals deserve to be free?

Save the Reindeer!

Make that bastard pay!

Save the Reindeer!

Let them have a say!