♪ soft and somewhat familiar bells ring in the distance ♪
‘Twas the night before Winter Fete, where all through the flat
Not a rodent was stirring, except for a womp rat;
Booze and ryll were both stocked to the brim,
Hopefully the Ho Ho Hog would leave with a grin;
Windows cracked open, we turned off the alarm,
To avoid a misstep, that could end up with harm;
With a bang and some cursing, he’s no longer outside,
Anything forgotten, might earn a tanned hide;
Failing to apease him, tonite could end in folly,
Heaven forbid he’d miss out, not attain this nights jolly;
Soon things had calmed down, all had gone quiet,
Seems he was satisfied, didn’t start a one piggy riot;
Now here is a warning for all the good girls and boys,
When you get up next morning, don’t make too much noise;
Going down the staircase, tip-toe if you must,
There might be a swine passed out, having fulfilled their lust;
He’ll likely wake around noon, draining his bladder;
Now get your butt downstairs, and clean up that matter.