A December Night
by Miss Corydalia Birdsfoot of the Little Delving Birdsfoots
with extreme apologies to W.S. Gilbert
When a hobbit’s not engaged in digging taters (digging taters)
Nor is elbow-deep in scrubbing pots and pans (pots and pans)
His capacity for holiday enjoyment (day enjoyment)
Grows apace, and so his winter waist expands (waist expands)
There’s a pie upon the counter from his mother (from his mother)
But the Yuletide decoration’s to be done (to be done)
The mulled cider’s quite delicious – have another (have another)
A December night is quite a nippy one (nippy one)!
Chorus: The mulled cider’s quite delicious – have another, have another
A December night is quite a nippy one, nippy one!
No, the Shire-folk aren’t having mad adventures (mad adventures)
When a hobbit isn’t bothered with bad pies (with bad pies)
He loves to hear the neighbours’ voices singing (voices singing)
And delights in hobbit-children’s joyous cries (joyous cries)
When the villager feels everyone’s his brother (one’s his brother)
Then he doesn’t mind the early-setting sun (setting sun)
The mulled cider’s quite delicious – have another (have another)
A December night is quite a nippy one (nippy one!)
Chorus: The mulled cider’s quite delicious – have another, have another
A December night is quite a nippy one, nippy one!
When it’s Yuletide and there’s cider, have another, have another!
A December night is quite a nippy one – Nippy one!
