Seasons of Legos, in four parts
The Lego Chicken said angrily,
“I was born in spring, in a factory!
Go away, ye odious Megablok, you,
Or I will make you smell my shoe!
Summer, oh Summer, oh Summer sublime,
For Legos this is a prodigious time,
Prices and shipping go down quite a lot,
Your countenance brightens as you see the jackpot.
Nice little shade of brown,
Orange and Yellow,
Not getting mellow,
Lego leaves falling down.
Christmas tree, Lego Crèche,
Wise Men of three,
Santa’s hat goes to a pirate matey.