A Young Ebenezer.

It's getting 'round to Christmas, that cheerful time of year, But I don't give a cuss for it, and that seems very clear, You'll all be paid the normal rate, and not one penny more, And when you think you've finished, there'll be a whole lot more.

No Holiday at Christmas time is certainly the rule, Instead you should be thanking me, your kids are not at school, And wedded bliss I've engineered, to save your mortal life, There's not a man amongst you, that really loves his wife.

No frantic chasing round the shops for presents any more, Cos I have kept you working from yesterday, half past four; You should be really grateful, for a job that's truly sound, You're never there to witness when the in-laws come around.

No further interruption during Our Dear Queen's speech, I need you earning money, I'm a financial leech, No turkey with the trimmings, just a sausage roll to go, You're off to yet another place that you don't even know.

Baz Cann