Sorry Rudolph
Sorry Rudolph but your time has come
There’s no more good meat and we really need some
turkey’s now reside in parliament hill
Sad to say but we’ve got bellies to fill
Navigation’s changed we don’t need your nose
Brand new GPS is what Santa chose
The magic grain you eat is now GMO
And UPS is now the way that he goes
Chorus:
Reindeer stroganoff, rump roast so soft
Tasty goulash, Venison bangers and mash
Sorry Rudolph but our feast is your fate
We won’t say never, it’s not better than late
Factory farming didn’t give us our wish
That’s the reason why you’ll be on our dish
You’re the last thing that we wanted to kill
This won’t hurt a bit if you’ll just stay still
Elves just told us where your likely to be
Speak your last request, we’re counting to three