Finally found this and thought it appropriate or at least timely humor.

CHRISTMAS NIGHT IN THE WORKHOUSE

It was Christmas night in the workhouse
And the paupers was having their dinners.
And the preacher he called from the top of the hall,
"Get down on your knees, you sinners."
And them poor paupers knelt in the cheerless room
On their benches hard and wooden,
And the preacher called in a voice of doom,
"Bring in the Christmas puddin'".
"Put down your heads," says he with a leer,
"Cause I want you all to think
Of the sins of the flesh that has bring us here--
Tobacco and women and drink."

"And I'm telling youse all and I'm telling youse good"--
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 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 up your..."

Hear it on an Irish soap opera.