How the Musk Stole  Christmas

or

You're a mean one, Mr. Musk

by Timothy Birdnow with apologies to Theodore Geisel

You're a mean one, Mr. Musk
You cut a nasty deal
you know everyone at Twitter is quite angry and so bitter
Mr. Musk
You don't seem to care a bit about - how we all feel

You're a monster, Mr. Musk
Our good times you just have stole
our programs crawled with spiders
now we've got a different role
Mr. Musk
You deserve a stocking full of, black dirty coal

You're a vile one, Mr. Musk
you've fired half the staff
you make us show at work so now we no longer can laugh
Mr. Musk
We banned a bunch of MAGA types but you've gone and  - taken Trump back

You're a rotter, Mr. Musk
we can't control what is discussed
your bank is full of tons of money
but at Twitter it's no longer  sunny
Mr. Musk
The four words we dread to hear these days and we do not like the rhyme is
sorry but it's severance check time

You're a rotter
Mr. Musk
Can't believe the fun's all done
You ended our great playtime and we're still quite very stunned
Mr. Musk
We hate you in ways that are completely unimaginable
Let's get to the crux
I guess we'll have to take a job with Zuck or Starbucks.

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