Beware, beware, there's trouble in the air A bunny-looking bird is dropping presents everywhere Oh, you'd better beware, beware, it's useless to resist You'd better have a care, maybe your run is a mist You'll fly along in the stratosphere and do a loop-the-loop And make a perfect landing right on your front stoop Look out for Mr. Stork, that persevering chap He'll come along and drop a bundle in your lap You may be poor or rich, it doesn't matter which Millionaires, neganaires, like the butcher and the baker So look out for Mr. Stork, he's got you on his list And when he comes around, it's useless to resist Remember those wind-templates and the woman in the shoe Maybe he's got his eye on you
