Oh what a lucky boy am I!
I've hung up my stocking, not too high
On the bedpost ever so close to me
And the foot hangs right over my mouth, you see.
And when it is dark and Mama comes
To pour in the candy and sugar plums
She will pour and pour but it's strange to say
That stocking will never get full some way...
And I'll tell you why, if you want to know...
There's a great big monstrous hole in the toe!