The Panda Express
One Christmas Eve night,
Po the Panda was snuggling
Down by a night light.
Little did he know
That there was a train running
Among the white snow.
Po rolled himself out,
Only to find the train stopping
To let out a spout.
He went in the coach
Without worrying about the things
He would soon approach.
Along the journey,
Po's eyes were kept on looking
At all things ferny.
He too spent time with
The other pandas, playing
Together forthwith.
After hours had flown by,
They found themselves breathing
In the Northern sky.
Swoosh! All the pandas
Went to play in the clearing,
But not Po the panda.
Unlike the others,
All he longed for since long was
A Christmas dinner.
And it was that night
When he met Father Christmas,
Much to his delight.
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