Twas the night before Christmas
Quoth Richard Bridge's brief
Not a mudcat was stiring, not even a Mousethief
Bonnie's banjo was hung far from the mantle for care
our clumsey St. Nick was coming - BEWARE!
Unlce Jaque was asleep
tucked up in his bed
a loaded revolver lain under his head
Peg and the pagens all danced round the tree
While Spaw at the door sold tickets to see...

Carry on folkies....