[…] When a cold wind blows it chills you, Chills you to the bone But there’s nothin’ in nature that freezes your heart Like He and bein’ alone Its pinks you with indifference, Like a lady pinks with rouge And the worst of the worst, The most hated and cursed Is the one that we call Scrooge Un kind as any, And the wrath of many, This is Ebenezer Scrooge OH! There goes Mr. Humbug, There goes mister grim If they gave a prize for bein’ mean The winner would be him Old Scrooge, he loves his money Cause he thinks it gives him power If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour (Even the vegetables …read more […]