"Here come I, old Father Christmas, forget the bloody plot
I hope old Father Christmas will never be forgot.
This reindeer in a tutu and the lovely Mrs Duck

Are warnings of a coming rhyme - and you are out of luck.

I'll tell my dreadful story, if you'll only gather roundP> The flying squad they stopped me, and my presents did impound.
They said that I'd been singing a carol in the night,
and Harry Fox had made complaint that it was copyright.
And I hadn't got a licence for singing in the street.
So I answered them traditionally, in words I won't repeat.

After all, there are impressionable elders here.