I wonder what Artificial Intelligence does with punctuation. Does it perceive commas as musical rests? Exclamation points as a more urgent or enthusiastic vocalization?

Santa Claus Is (negative vibe)

Santa Claus Is not coming.
Children everywhere are bumming.
Someone stole his sleigh and all his charm!
All the elves are out on furlough!
They'd much rather be working though!
Someone ran off with the money in their arms!

It's a sad day at Christmas!
There's no merriment or joy!
There are no candy canes or gifts of new toys!
The predators are preying!
The hounds of hell are baying,
at the heels of little girls and boys!
San-ta Claus, Is not coming!

Santa Claus Is not coming.
You can see the mothers hunting,
for anything to give to save the day!
There's no Christmas! There's no tree!
Children cannot get to sleep!
Their dreams were just visions anyway!

It's a sad day at Christmas!
There's no merriment or joy!
There are no candy canes, or gifts of new toys!
The predators are preying!
The hounds of hell are baying,
at the heels of little girls and boys!
San-ta Claus, Is not coming!

Hope springs eternal!
You can write it in your journal!
There'll be a better Christmas! That's the plan!
Children keep on dreaming!
Bright stars keep on beaming!
Some day, San-ta Claus will come again!

It's a sad day at Christmas!
There's no merriment or joy!
There are no candy canes, or gifts of new toys!
The predators are preying!
The hounds of hell are baying,
at the heels of little girls and boys!
San-ta Claus, Is not coming!
No, this year, San-ta Claus, Is not coming!
San-ta Claus, Is not coming.

Speaking of hounds of hell, those red stripes in candy canes are carcinogenic Red Dye Lake 40, a known cause of cancer.
The sellers have a Government License to make their living killing. They make a killing killing. They are Predators. You are Prey.

Santa Claus Is (attempting a positive vibe)

There comes a time when we give up,
our fantasies and dreams!
We stop the foolishness of children!
We just grow up it seems!
No one makes us do it!
We just seem to go through it!
We come out the other side!
We wonder what it means!

Doubters, shouters, skeptic mouthers,
muffle with and mess up all our dreams!
But for all their biz, their shizzle and their fizz,
I know that San-ta Claus Is!

There was a time when I gave up,
my fantasies and dreams!
I stopped the foolishness of childhood!
I just grew up it seemed!
No one made me do it!
I just seemed to go through it!
I came out the other side!
I wondered that it happened to me!

Doubters, shouters, skeptic mouthers,
muffle with and mess up all our dreams!
But for all their biz, their shizzle and their fizz,
I know that San-ta Claus Is!

It was a foggy Christmas Eve!
I'd been making merry!
A rustle in my chimney drew my eye!
Suddenly a flourish! He stood me up with courage!
There stood San-ta Claus, as plain as you or I!

Doubters, shouters, skeptic mouthers,
muffle with and mess up all our dreams!
But for all their biz, their shizzle and their fizz,
I know that San-ta Claus Is!
I know that San-ta Claus Is!
I know that San-ta Claus Is!

There will always be another song to be written. Someone will write it. Why not you? www.garyeandrews.com