The Yule log bright, with its blazing light,
Is the fire that takes the cake.
Chorus.
Hester’s well-known aversion to slang made this song a good joke, and it was fully appreciated, even by the victim herself.
“Now let’s have a big chorus, so we can all sing together,” said Helen.
“Yes,” said Nan, “with solos in it—a regular descriptive piece.”
“But I can’t sing,” said Millicent.
“Oh, yes, you can,” said Nan. “I’ll write your verse first. How would that tune from ‘Patience’ go? Don’t you know—about the je ne sais quoi young man. Let’s try it anyway.”
A Lamplighter trim you see
Whenever you look at me;