Twas the night before Xmas when all through the dungeon All creatures were stiring,yes even curmudgeon The stockades were hung many by the hair In hopes they,d scream would echo through air The children were nestled all under their beds While visions of fear and dread danced in their heads And mumma in chains me with my bat Had just smashed some brains with a hand slap
When out on the lawn their such a clatter I grabbed my o,l gun to se
