Said you wanted upbeat, well now, how about that!
Gonna pull a rabbit out the magic top hat.
Firing off my words with a rat-a-tat-tat-tat,
Spending all my money like I'm a plutocrat.
You wanted upbeat, I'm so very lah-de-dah,
Ever so liberated, even burned my bra.
Chatterin' so fast, everything is blah, blah, blah,
Can I get away with this? Yes, I've got chutzpah.
Upbeat's what you're wanting, just hold my pint a mo.
Though name ain't Father Christmas, I'm all ho-ho-ho.
Swift speaking got my steam up, always on the go.
Reel this off, write it down, I'm never going slow.
12 syllables per line.
Four lines per stanza.
All lines within each stanza rhyme.