Mary and Jo left home.
Moved away from the sea.
The sea of Galilee that was my mistake.
Is in fact a mega lake.

Fired up their fearsome machine.
Heigh **, wheels on fire.

Rode to Bethlehem, that day.
Not one room to be found.
He installed his lady in the barn.
Joseph he fancied a pint of something, so dear.
A pint of special brew, I fear.
Fiancee laboured merrily,
Ding ****, my my, you can hear her language fly.

Jo wanders in late.
In a mighty state.
Saw an angel lingering on high.
Thought to himself, ** ** **.
What was in that mighty beer?

Strolled into the back room where Mary, the missus,
Had delivered to him his son,
The son of God.
He never thought he was that important.
(C) Livvi