Babelfishing Poetry: "Hop!"

Hello! You well? Enjoying Christmas Eve? Been good all year? Ready for Santa? I hope so.

So it's time again for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

And today, in honor of the season, we are Babelfishing Eartha Kitt's famous 1953 holiday song "Santa Baby" (listen to the song here). Enjoy.


Hop!

Santa Baby, slip under the tree
for me a piece of black.
Beautiful big girl, Santa baby,
so hurry up the chimney tonight.
Santa Baby, so transport
the 54 into the blue light.
I really love that you'll wait
by the chimney tonight
for a baby, Santa. Hop!

Santa Baby, I'm a yacht.
I really am not that much.
I quickly tap this year
the Christmas tree angel,
immediately under the faucet.
Santa Honey, one thing
that I really do not need,
a platinum mine.
Santa Honey, act! So hurry
up the chimney tonight. Hop!

Santa Cuties, double check
my signal to fill the shops.
X on the road, the dwarf,
or a child, Santa, and hurry
up the chimney tonight.
Santa Baby, they forgot you.

I have a little something more to recycle.
I have a baby, too.
Tonight does not mean the phone.
I have the chimney tonight, Santa baby,
so soon, the chimney tonight. Hop!


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