There’s fairies and pixies
A dancing round the fire
And three of them are singing
Whilst a goblin plays the lyre.

It was written in stone and concrete
That this would come to pass
That goblins, pixies and fairy folk
Would one day sing at mass.

What on earth possessed the rector
To let that motley crew
Play havoc on the organ
And create a hullabaloo.

So please be patient next time
And don’t invite the mob
And when we ask for silence
Then kindly shut your gob!

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