The hue colours match the parents proud
They spill from early blues and greens
A father who won't stop running down the hill beams
Even the devils have a lie in
Waking but not wanting to be woken
Many innocent moments came from me thinking...
We all went to bed unbroken
We were in luck with keeping darkness at bay
The crabs we caught in our buckets
All got returned
But the father carrying the Christmas tree under his arm
Had his lesson learned
The lady bagging up humbugs hers learned to
What abut the team serving up lunches just to please me and you
We were in luck with keeping darkness at bay
Harrow or hue - don't grow old boys, find a way to beam away boys