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‘Twas the month before Christmas

     When our teacher said:
'Now I need volunteers,' -

       And her words caused us dread.

'The Nativity Play’s coming,

      And you’ll all take a part.
Come on now, show willing.

      I want none faint of heart.'

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‘Twas the month before Christmas

      When she asked us again,
But we’d done it before

     And remembered the strain.

‘Twas three weeks before Christmas

      And still no volunteers,
So I was chosen as Mary,

     And this caused me tears.

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Mum said: 'Oh come come now!  

     There’s not much to do -
So, stop all that crying 

      And don’t feel so blue.'

 

I remembered Mum’s words though,

     Which surely were true:
'It’s a hard life as a mother,

     With kids just like you!'

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Some babies, you know,

     Can play up and annoy,
And ask me to be Mum

      To a small baby boy?

 

                   - - - (Oh, no no no)

So next day in the class

     I put up my hand:
'I’ll be an angel instead,'  

     Well you’ll understand!

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