Hey there, boy! Below the sill!
Is that prize turkey hanging still?
At the poulterer's around the lane?
(shivering in the snow) "What,
the one as big as me?"
Yes, my lad, that one indeed!
Go and buy it,
fetch it here! "Are you bloody mad,
sir, dear?"
Not at all, run swift and proud!
Back in five, with swift renown!
I shall give you half a crown!
(weee!) Run like wind across the street!
Oh, I think I love the children sweet!
Must get ready, clothes to don!
Time is marching swiftly on!
Big dinner date at nephew's hall,
Laughter
echoing wall to wall!
Yes, yes, spruce the coat and cane!
(ha ha ha)
I must leave you now,
old friend,
Sorrow brought to joyous end.
Thank thee, boy, take what we found,
Carry that prize across the town:
Send it all to Bob Cratchit
and family!