I don’t believe in fairy tales

A yellow bird with three-foot legs,
Gypsies stealing rotten brats,
A bunny poopin' chocolate eggs,
Vampires who fly like bats,

The monster underneath my bed,
A fairy thief who stole my tooth,
Krampus behind Santa's sled,
The troll under the attic roof,

I'm sure these are a made up lot,
To frighten kids and keep them straight,
But I don't buy it -- not a jot,
I'm much too smart to take the bait.

But Santa on the other hand,
Who never once has brought me grief,
And brings me presents very grand,
Is surely worthy of belief.