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I’m dreaming of a white Christmas I have a little dreydl, I made it out of bread
With every Christmas card I write And when I tried to spin it, I ate it up instead
May your days be merry and bright Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made you out of
And may all your Christmases be white breat
Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I ate you up instead
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write I have a little dreydl, I made it out of mud
May your days be merry and bright And when I tried to spin it, it fell down with a
And may all your Christmases be white thud
Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made you out of
mud
Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, you fell down with a
thud
Noel 100x
I have a little dreydl, I made it out of skunk
And when I tried to spin it, it really really stunk
The Dreydl Song Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made you out of
skunk
I have a little dreydl, I made it out of clay
And when it’s dry and ready, oh dreydl I shall Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, you really really stunk
play
I have a little dreydl, it’s sitting on the shelf
Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made you out of
So if you want more verses, Make them up
clay
yourself!
Oh dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, oh dreydl I shall play