It came upon a midnight clear
And ate up everything in sight.

When oak and ash be out in May,
It don't mean nothing either way.

He who sins aught
Sins more than he ought;
But he who sins nought
Has much to be taught.

Noel, noel, noel, noel!
Most of you people are going to Hell.

Death has this to be said for it:
You don't have to get out of bed for it.

If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.

Farewell, my friends! Farewell, my foes!
My peace with these, my love with those.

See the happy moron. He doesn't give a damn.
I wish I were a moron. My God! Perhaps I am.

How do you tell the men from the boys?
By the size of their feet and the price of their toys.