Tojo

                                  Tracy. Tracy was angry.

A bad mood.

I told her, "it's an ill wind

Blows no good."

(Then she told me:)

"Tojo never made it to Darwin."



I said, "Tracy, won't you listen - this is Christmas!

Don't you go."

She said, "David, I wouldn't miss this for the world but I

Got to blow."

(Then she said again:)

"Tojo never made it to Darwin."



Now she's gone, gone, gone

Just like the wind.

I just sigh,

But I'm dreaming that I'm gleaming

In her eye.

(But I'll always hear:)

"Tojo never made it to Darwin."



That year, Santa never came.