I got an old shovel and started to scoop,
Neat little piles of "Reindeer Poop!"
But to throw them away, seemed such a waste,
So I saved them, thinking you might like a taste!
As I finished my task, which took quite awhile.
Old Santa, passed by and he sheepishly smiled.
And I heard him exclaim as he was in the sky:
"Well they're not potty-trained, but at least they can fly!"