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Show THE SMUGGLERS. There's a thrill of high excitement 1 imagine lhat is fine when the skipper of a vessel tries to run a biockade line, j And it must be scary business when I nn outlaw tries to get I His stock of crooked plunder through I the traps the law has set But for genuine excitement and for f t brills of real surprise. Just try smuggling Christmas bundles, past a flock of little eyes! Oh, I've often sat and marveled at the tricks of Captain Kidd And I've thought about his shrewdness as I've read of things he did. But that grim old heartless sailor with llia ori-5fviii r rlnnlr 'Of that swishing, slashing cutlass I would hnve quickly walked tno plank I If he'd ever faced a blockade such as j now is nightly mine And had tried to get his plunder past j that sharp and youthful line. I have tried my best to fool 'em and I've plotted and I've planned To escape tbelr ceaseless vigil with my Christmas contraband, I've approached my humble dwelling like a thief who comes at night And have peeked through many a window win-dow to be sure the lime was right And I've left with friendly buches magic marvels made of tin, Until all the watchers slumbered anJ 'twas safe to get them in. I'm a smuggler, I confess it. I'm a blockade runner, too. In i he attic now Is plunder that I'm keeping out of view. I've got by with sleds and footballs and with dolls and picture books, But to do it I've been humbled to the . I devious ways of crooks. But I'm proud or all my scheming and the shameful, things I've For I hold that Christmas smuggling is the finest sort of ifun. |