Scrooge

When dark, the shivered sun of day, now lose their spark and turn away nightime cast's it's widow's hook, and daytime, take's on, nightimes look. Scrooge had lost his loving heart, money stole, his golden spark no thought's, with care, he played his nephew though, was fill of praise, He loved the thought, of christmas day his spirits, it would raise With joy, a bundled spark of love, he raced off, out into the park My uncle, will you join with us a christmas, I'll share with love bar-humbug not I no christmas day, or pudding pie What waste, upon, the world's frock, you waste your time, with all that rot, Bar-humbug not I. I will not waste, my time, that way. I'll dot my I's and cross my T's I'll make a living that's for me, you are not rich, you are quite poor, what right, have you, to help the poor I'll turn away, I will not pay, I do not want, your christmas day but when, the days of love, have gone I'll end up lonely, cold and wrong.