Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol About a miser with gold by the barrel Who, was mean to Bob Cratchit Scrooge's ire; Bob would catch it
Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol About a miser with gold by the barrel Who, was mean to Bob Cratchit Scrooge's ire; Bob would catch it 'Til the Ghosts fried Scrooge's mind so he'd share all. ("I'm reading a new tale by that Dickens fellow. It's the story of a worthy banker who degenerates into a silly, sentimental old fool." - J. Wesley Smith)
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense Which his nephew resents
Scrooge McDuck was a shrewd and worthy old duck Rarely sheds a feather, and never a buck He chose cents over sense Which his nephew resents And thinks he's just a schmuck
Erie is covered in deep snow A thick layer of ice below The ships are all docked Provisions are stocked
Erie is covered in deep snow A thick layer of ice below The ships are all docked Provisions are stocked And brave faces are put on for show My hot toast is slathered in butter
My hot toast is slathered in butter When they see it my doctors all mutter "It should be margarine" "But, butter is clean"
My hot toast is slathered in butter When they see it my doctors all mutter "It should be margarine" "But, butter is clean" I retort as I hurl them into the gutter.
My doctor says I need more exercise He looks pretty dumb but I'm told he's wise I'd rather sit on my duff and watch TV
