Good King Kong looked out on his feet
And he saw that they were large.
“Ho, ho,” he said, “we go,” he said,
“To make some tracks in the snow,
Forsooth our feet are very large.”
Squinch, squinch, squinch.
Good King Kong looked out on his nose
And he saw that it was flat.
“Oh, no,” he said, “when we blow,” he said,
“The pitch must not be too low,
The royal nose must not be flat.”
Honk, honk, honk.
Good King Kong looked out on his ears
And his ears he could not see.
“Oh, dear,” he said, “it’s clear,” he said,
“We must see if we can hear,
Because our ears we cannot see.”
Hear, hear, hear.
Good King Kong looked up in the sky
And he saw St. Nick’s red sleigh;
“Ho, ho,” he said, “whadd’ya know,” he said,
“Will you look at that old guy go,” he said,
“Uh, oh, whoa, past us please do not go.
“Yell yells,” he said, “Ring the bells,” he said,
“Though a couple don’t work very well,
Let’s welcome St. Nick and his sleigh.”
Ding, dong, clunk.
P. D. Q. Bach (1807-1742?)
PDQ Bach (aka, Professor Peter Schickele) is the "forgotten son of Johann Sebastian Bach." This piece, from A Consort of Choral Christmas Carols and ought to be sung to a tune somewhat akin to Good King Wenceslas.