In the bleak midwinter,
Frosty winds and snow,
Made the naughty step dangerous,
H&S said it was a no go.

Joanna put her foot down
And Sheenie Dave he got some grit,
So now all us naughty Sheenies
Can be sent to the step for a bit.

Beas Nanny she's snuck in heaters,
Devonmaids behind the shed,
Oldtrout is clinking merrily,
Cos we've heard Joanna's gone to bed.

Out there on the naughty step,
We all do our penance,
Eating and drinking all night long
Oops Sassie's lost her balance.


It won't be this in the morning,
After our night on the tiles.
In the bleak mid winter
We'll all have blooming piles!

Carol