It was Christmas Eve in the bake house,
and there wasn’t a crumb in sight;
for the little creatures had all been festive
through the long, dark silent night.
.
“Where are the loaves and the rolls,
where the baps and buns;
how shall we feed the bishops,
the friars and the nuns?”
.
The mice didn’t care two figs,
the owls didn’t give two hoots,
the birds and bees, and two large fleas,
were full unto their boots.
.
It was Christmas Day in the bakehouse,
and the baker had work to do,
to feed the rich, fat, and religious,
while we had but a crust to chew.
Graeme Sandford 