Her pulse quickened,
Her face blushed,
As the huskies ran
And the drivers mushed.
And as they raced
Under skies of blue
She envied them so
And her heart raced too.
Alas, she was employed
In a sled pulling occupation,
At the head of Santa’s flying pack
Giving gifts across the nation.
And so when Rudolph came along
And usurped her lofty place,
No one could explain her smile
Until she left to join the race.
The Daily Travesty 