When Santa got stuck up the chimney,
He began to shout,
You girls and boys,
Won't get any toys,
If you don't pull me out.
"My beard is black,
There's soot in my sack, 
My nose is tickling too!"

When Santa got stuck up the chimney,
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

!Note - Edited by Lynne Hand for a session (sorry Ogden)

A flea and a fly flew in a flue.
"We're" imprisoned, they said, but what could they do?
And they thought that they might catch the flu.

Said the fly, "let us flee!"
"Let us fly!" said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

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There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

Then mend it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then mend it, dear Henry, dear Henry, mend it.

Especially for National Hole in Bucket Day

“Little pots of water,Little dabs of paint,Make a pretty ladyLook just what she ain't."

“Tonight’s December thirty-first,Something is about to burst.The clock is crouching, dark and small,Like a time bomb in the hall.Hark, it’s midnight, children dear.Duck! Here comes another year!”

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean,And so it was between them both,They licked their platters clean.   Thanks to Peter G Millington-Wallace for the reminder.