There once was a Rep named Lee Zeldin
And dodging was what he excelled in
You can ask what you will
But your battle's uphill
His candor is too often held in

As the taste of sugar is so sweet
And true love's sight is blind
As the gentle touch when her I meet
And the smells that are entwined
As then I hear my poor heart beat
And wearied senses are refined

On this, the year end's longest night
Embarks the sting of Winter's bite
From spent December's weary light
To Olde New England clothed in white
A fertile Earth waits out of sight
Till comes the Crocus and the Sprite

Christmas is coming
It's practically here
Drummers are drumming
to the best time of year

With carols we're humming
there's snow in the air
Strummers are strumming
Our loved ones are near

The wait can be numbing
but scrumptious to bear
To joy we're succumbing
It's Christmas, my Dear!

O when autumn's pendants leave
and comes the setting sun
do I rejoice or grieve
the tree's bare skeleton?

O when sheds the summer fleece
in colours o'er the earth
the dream of spring is my caprice
from winter comes rebirth

New fallen snows
Silk wedding gowns
All that life throws
The ups and downs
Beautiful rose
Paper made crowns
And so it goes
White's dear sweet sounds

There once was a poet from Britain
On whose reading one day did I sit in
When the throng said, "Arcane"
He was heard to explain
"It's not for you that it's written"