To be is to see,
But I don't believe.
I am no key,
But now I must grieve.
I plea and I plea,
On Christmas eve.
I must count to three,
and shake off my sleeve.
A site to behold,
That's what I thought.
No time to be cold,
I fought and got caught.
It's time to be bold,
No slot, pot or plot.
Got scold and was told,
That was naughty you snot.
No time to cry,
This is my life.
But if I die,
Dearest wife.
I'll say good bye,
Under the midnight strife.