Now does the Mother of All BS
On Christmas Joy her careworn glances rest,
And in the Saturnalia hour of light,
Rejoices at the coming End of Night!
When sure upon the Earth there rises Dawn,
The Spring of Springs, the growing light comes on,
And every heart new warming does proclaim.
And every mind in search of self-styld fame,
Doth from its Winter's weary labours rest,
And sallies out to welcome New BS!
Marry then fellows of the BS Hall,
Come Stilly, Rustic, Tweed, come one, come all,
And bring forth like Spring blossoms from the West,
The warming gentle winds of fresh BS,
And thus dispel the shadopws of the East,
And on our Mother's life, bring ye New Lease.
So here's a glass of brightest BS cheer,
A merry BS Xmas, and BS New Year!!

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