Prancer the Dancer travelled the land,

Singing and playing in an eight man band.

He'd dance on the stage, he'd dance on the roof,

And all would proclaim, "He's so light on his hoof."

Prancer the Dancer wore magical shoes,

Whenever he wore them, he made happy the blues.

He'd dance down low, and he'd dance up high,

He'd dance his way up into the sky.

Prancer the Dancer never grew old,

No matter that he lived where it was freezing cold,

Nothing deterred him from his joyful cause,

Because he worked for a guy named Fat Man Claus.

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I wouldn't worry too much about the rhyming pattern and syllables, as long as it follows the nonsensical theme.

A death and a moral are optional but encouraged.

updated Aug 19 by aryst0krat