Tis the night before Christmas when all round the lot,

Not a Carny was stirring, all asleep in their cots.

The banners are hung out front of their tops,

In hopes the next day, the crowd would give up a lot.

The fat lady snores, the thin man awakes,

While everyone else dreams of their take.

The nut will get paid, we hope to get more,

If the fair board don’t expect us, to give even more.

Then out of the dark there arose such a clatter,

I thought it a beef, but what did that matter.

I jumped from my cot under the stage,

To see a large man run from the animal cage.

He was clothed in a cloak all covered with red,

I thought it was blood and soon he’d be dead.

I stood all amazed as I watched when he passed,

That Jolly Old Elf, he could run really fast.