And the best, I must confess I have saved for the last. For the ruler of this Christmas land Is a fearsome king with a deep might voice Least thats what Ive come to understand. And Ive also hear it told that hes something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red. When he sets out his sleigh with his rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms. That is, so Ive hear it said. And on a dark, cold night, under the full moonlight He flies into a fog like a vulture in the sky And they call him Sandy Claws