Mr. McKay is like nothing you’ve seen
He’s small as a penguin, with hair a bright green
He doesn’t like dogs or other such beasts
And he’s constantly stealing from picnic feasts
You’ll know that it’s him from his lemon-lime eyes
Unless he is wearing his sunglass disguise
Of course you could tell by his Rose Petal Pants
They’re made in the fall by a workforce of ants
He lives in an igloo which makes little sense
And his two pet iguanas both sleep in small tents
In the morning he runs up the Dewybush trees
Then he lays on the grass and he talks to the bees
In winter is when you must keep a keen eye
For you never know when he’ll be skipping on by
He takes both his hands and he rubs them together
He does this quite fast since they’re light as a feather
This creates heat that he sends right your way
So you think that it’s oddly a warm pleasant day
But I warn you my friends it’s a devious ploy!
He’s after your coat in a manner quite coy
If you take off your jacket he’ll rustle the leaves,
You’ll put down your coat and you’ll look at the trees,
And that’s when he grabs it, that winter-coat thief!
Even before there’s the drop of one leaf!
So it’s best in the winter to leave your coat on
Or else when you need it you might find it’s gone!
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