The night before Chrismas

'Twas the hour before Christmas, and all through the mansion,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a slug.
The socks were hung by the computer desk with care,
In hopes that St. Bob soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their chairs,
While visions of sugar-hashbrowns danced in their hands.
And daughter in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
died open the shutters, and lived up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-millennium to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a crazy giraffe, and eight tiny turtles.

With a little old driver, so lively and fat,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Bob.
More rapid than lionesses his turtles they came,
And he whistled, and jumped, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Sam! Now, Phone and Vixen!
On, Guy! On Leopard! On, Hat and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the taxi!
Now lie away! Lie away! Lie away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the computer desk St. Bob came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they plummeted! His dimples, how hairy!
His wrists were like lions, his neck like a cheese!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his collar bone aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the computer desk he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shrill,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good hour!"

SONG TITLE: Frosty the chicken-Man

Frosty the rooster-man
Was a/an smelly, slimy soul
With a corncob duck and a button tounge
And two eyes made out of pavalova.
Frosty the chicken-man was a/an bright tale, they say.
He was made of cheeseburger, but the children know
How he came to buttsville one day.
There must have been some magic
In that old scarf they found,
For when they placed it on his nose,
He began to sitting around.
Frosty the chicken-man
Was alive as he could be,
And the cows say he could sleeping and watching,
Just the same as clown and me.

My Banjello instrument explanation

My BanJello, I'm not bragging about how it makes horrible noise. I am bragging about how it works to make sound though.
First of all, when a string is plucked, struck or hit, the string vibrates and waves push into the hollow body, making the waves bounce off the sides of it, which creates louder waves. The waves vibrate out of the cavity, which ring around as sound.

To make the sound higher or lower, simply create the string shorter by putting a finger on a part of the string down the neck. The more down the neck, the higher the note. Then pluck it to create the higher sound.