It was Christmas Eve in the bakehouse.

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.

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