Santa's house has many rooms: One for every Elf. They have sprays for farty fumes And dusters for every shelf, There are bins by every door, And brand new hoovers for each and every floor!
Now all the Elves know their chores, They've got them in their heads. But tidying up is such a bore, They'd rather go to bed! Still, every room is clean and neat, Because everybody knows Santa's alwaysΒ on the beat!
You see, Elves know they're super lucky... They work each day for Ol' Saint Nick! But if their rooms are ever mucky, They'll be in for lots of stick. For all that Santa asks of an Elf, Is that their room is good for their health!
So every December night, Ask yourself a simple question... Would my room give Santa a fright? If the answer's "yes" then hear the lesson...
An Elf's room is never messy, Because they want a great big prezzy!
A poem to try and convince some little elves to keep their rooms tidy.