I perceive the perpetual porcine poetry polemic is proceding predictably.
I have taken the liberty of modifying this piece of classical literature,
to bring it more in line with the nature of the list.
Art, I hope this wasn't copyrighted!

Everyone knows      That a reindeer can't fly.  He don't got no wings.      We assume that is why.   That myth is exploded;      The truth he now bares.  That Santa is pulled      By eight flying sea hares.   Yes! Up in the sky!      See them come! They look swell! So clearly molluscan,    Though lacking a shell.  Bringing shells to collectors;      Shapes lovely and odd;.  And always delivered     By eight gastropods.   There's Conus and Oliva;      Murex and Bulla.  On, Chlamys and Harpa!      On, Glans and Ampulla!  Oh, see how their mantles      Sweep the dark from the night.  A wonderful vision:      Mollusks in full flight.   Lord bless you. We wish you      Most Happy New Year.  May Santas eight snails      Bring you comfort and cheer.