So he sat in his old leather chair day by day
And whooped the one solo he’d power to play,
An anthem entitled, “All Hail Christmas
Morn,”
As rendered by gulps on an old bass horn.
“All hail—hoomp—hoomp—bright Christmas
morn,
Hail—hoomp, hoomp—hoomp—fair
hoomp—hoomp—dawn;
Turn—hoomp—hoomp, eyes