Once In Royal Wootton Bassett

Once In Royal Wootton Bassett

Once in Royal Wootton Bassett

Stood a lowly reindeer shed,

Where a con-man hid his presents

In a sack upon his sled:

Santa was that driver mild,

Jesus Christ but he was wild.

 

He came down the road to Devizes,

To the Market Place one day

And his shelter was a cafe

And his table by the way

With the poor, and mean, and needy,

And some urchins that were greedy

 

And our eyes at last shall see him

Red trousers and a false beard

Twinkling eye and a “yo ho ho”

Parents be ye quite afeard

For he leads your children on

First he’s here and then he’s gone

 

Promises the Earth, then he goes

With his helpers standing by

We’ll next see him when in prison

Given six months for being high

And drink-driving on a sleigh

We’d best send him on his way!

 

 

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2020