Baa go the sheep, thud goes the waxwork's drum,
And Ernie cursed for Anna hadn't come.
He hunted for her up and down the place,
Raging and snapping like a working brew.
'If you're with someone else I'll smash his face,
And when I've done for him I'll go for you.'
He bought no fairings as he'd vowed to do
For his poor little children back at home
Stuck at the glass 'to see till father come.'
Not finding her, he went into an inn,