A Christmas Carol
Good king Wenseslas last looked out One the feast of Stephen. When to snow lay round about Bright and crisp and even.
Hither page and stand by me, Do not think of lying. Yonder peasant who is he What's the Plane he's flying.
Sir it is an old Wot 4 With an electric motor, He use to have a chopper, but He went and broke the Rotor.
Bring me Trannies bring me planes Let us take them thither. Thou and I will fly them fine, No matter what the weather.
Page and Monarch flew their planes Both were new, not old. The flew until the sun went down And the night got cold.
Said the King take the planes now To the ancient peasant. He pulled his forelock did a bow They all felt very pleasant.
Now good Christian men be sure Wealth and planes possessing. When you give them to the poor, Will yourself find blessing.
Donations to the Wiseman Pensioner’s Aeroplane fund Will be gratefully received.
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