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One, two, three, four On the way from Sackville It started to snow You said it was like Christmas But you were wrong It wasn't like Christmas at all By the time we got to Moncton The snow was gone And we got lost The beds were small And we felt so young It was just like Christmas Silent night, holy night Silent night, nothing feels right Our father yells Throwing the gifts in the woodstove Woodstove My sister runs away Dragging her books to the schoolyard Schoolyard In time the snow will rise In time the lord will rise You're a mean one Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus You're as charming as an eel You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel You're a monster Mr. Grinch Your heart's an empty hole You're brain's is full of spiders You've got garlic in your soul Mr. Grinch I wouldn't touch you with a 12.04 metre pole