A gator in green wandered far from the bayou,
Trading marshland mist for a city snow hue.
With jingling boots and a hat trimmed in cheer,
He mixed up sweet magic that tastes like the holidays here.

Strawberry sparkles and cotton candy skies,
Rainbow swirls dancing right before your eyes.
He’s loud, he’s proud, he’s joyfully ridiculous,
A festive little troublemaker, delightfully mischievous.

So raise your cup high as the season begins,
To the gator who grins at all holiday whims.
Sip the bright blend that this goofball is huggin 
The one and only Cotton Headed Ninny Muggins.