Oh, to go back
to when Mommy made
"roast beast" for dinner
or sometimes "basketti"
if I was lucky.
When Christmas came one year
I sang "Arthur Harold, Angels sing:
glory to the newborn King"
in the school musical production
back before that sort of thing
became illegal.
Hark the Herald, Arthur Harold.
My folks loved it
and they rolled
and they rolled.
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