Twas Christmas day in the workhouse,
Behind those rustic walls,
The teacher called the register,
And someone called out "Balls."
"Balls." to you,You mean ungrateful sod,
You'll get no Christmas Pud for that,
I'll swear by Almighty God,
Balls stood up courageously for Balls are made of brass,
I don't want your Christmas Pud!
"Stick it up your arse!!"

As Aye,

Phil.