Carabao Jokes

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    Here we are on Guam.
    Without a hope of snow.
    But though the spreading palms.
    A typhoon sure can blow.
    Santa Clause will know,
    What the tropics will allow.
    Instead of riding eight reindeer,
    He'll ride a carabao.

    Chorus:
    Ohh, Jungle Bells, coconut shells,
    Sticker burrs all the way.
    Oh what fun it is to ride
    In a two wheeled carabao sleigh.

    Be watchful everyone
    He'll send a telegram,
    That today he'll be on Guam.
    Send out by Uncle Sam
    Santa will be here
    To see what you have done
    So let's all greet him. Ha! Ha! Ha!
    And join him in the fun.

    Da night bepor Christmas
    An all tru da house
    Nating pas
    Not eben a mouse.

    Da children dey nossie
    all snog on da ploor
    An Mama puts newspepper
    Tru da crack on da dor.

    Den Mama in da stobe
    Roost up da manuk
    Steer up da adobo
    An make bake da biko.

    Den out on da rud
    Dey got such a clatter
    Soun like old manong
    Pull down da ladder.

    I run so past
    To open da dor
    I trip ober da dog
    An pull down on da ploor!

    As I look out da dor
    In da light ob da moon
    I thinking "apo, you cresy
    I'm gitting old too soon."

    Becus dere on da rud
    Wer I turn my head
    Dere's eight carabao
    Pulling a sled
    An a little driber
    Wit a big ishtick
    I know right away
    must be St Nick.

    Mob paster an paster
    Da carabao dey come
    He wistle an holler
    An call dem by nim:
    "Oy, Boogy!
    Oy, more...

    Twas the night before Christmas from our boondock house.
    You could not hear a gecko, a shrewd or a mouse.
    The zories(flip flops) were hung on the louvers with care,
    In hopes that Guamanian Nick soon would be there.
    The children were nestled in their G. I. Beds,
    While visions of base housing danced in their heads.
    With Mom in her bermudas and I in my shorts,
    Had just settled back for the typhoon reports.
    When out on the reef there arose such a clatter,
    That I climbed a palm tree to see what was the matter.
    Away mom flew to the window just like a flash,
    No shutter to open, and of course there's no sash.
    But the moon on the crest of the white drifting sand,
    Gave a luster of mid-day to this remote is--land.
    A vision is approaching, Ah! I see it now.
    Why it's a miniature cart and eight carabao.
    With a little old rider so lively and quick,
    That I knew in a glance it was Guamanian Nick.
    More rapid than more...

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