Sometimes, some presents, are easy to wrap

They are square, with square corners, which makes it a snap

You just roll it a couple times, tape it, and turn

All the corners all inside - it's easy to learn

Maybe slap on a bow or some other decor

And you're done, there's just no point to do any more

But sometimes another gift won't be so easy

Like maybe it's oddly-shaped, softish, or 'greezy'

Or maybe it's slimy, or maybe it squirms

Like that one time I gifted my good friend some worms

Um, but anyway, we're not just talkin' 'bout snacks

We're talking 'bout wrap-up-ability that lacks

In some gifts, and the troubles that such things present

I was starting to say that - well, that's what I meant

So this present - there is one, you can be assured

Will be worth tracking down, that I'll give you my word

Because it's from everyone under the sun

Pretty much the whole family pitched in on this one

But then it came time to present it, and we

Were like how can we hide this? Put it in a tree?

We were stumped, we were stymied, we almost gave up

But we hit on a plan, and discussed it straight up

So it's hidden, well sort of, you ain't seen it yet

And you prob'ly can find it, if you don't forget

Pretty sure when you get on the trail, you'll know

Just go out the driveway, and look for the bow.

(It was a bicycle, which was in the back of Fritz's truck, marked with a bow. However, when we went out there, the bow was on the patio, one of the little kids had found it and pulled it off. But she found it anyway,)