Sorry it got cut off. Here's the rest. And his voice took a dangerous edge. "No one gets to ate the puddin till everyone takes the pledge.//And a chill of doom ran round the room. You could cut the air with a knife. As each man searched in the depths of his soul for the sins of his wasted life.//And then them paupers rose as one and said as bold as brass. "You can keep your Christmas puddin and stick it .... Not quite 21 lines and may not the exact poem of Sims. May have been adapted for the show. May also be a variant of the Canadian song on another thread? Fun poem in any event.