The fall rolls the ball of the harvest festival,
thus beginning the trips up the school,
and don't forget the meltdowns an' all.
Christmas is coming, we just cannot stall,
so listen to mother, hear her faint call...bah humbug
And now I mean to vent my spleen with Halloween.
A cat woman costume to preen like a queen,
but the girl is a child, not even a teen,
and I can't help but think, it's mildly obscene.
So listen to mother, hear her faint keen... Bah humbug
Fireworks night is a delight to the sight.
Except my poor animals plight at their fright.
The popping, explosions, are ever a blight,
and keeping them happy is always a fight.
So listen to mother, hear her recite...bah humbug
Christmas' main is a drain on the sane,
shopping for presents a pain in my brain,
and as always the day is completely inane.
Then who has to clear up? it's perfectly plain.
So listen to mother, hear her exclaim...aww, is that for me?
