As it’s christmas coming here’s what I say to my husband every tyme at this tyme of thee year

Thee geeze are a hissing thee ducks are a qacking as they waddle down thee road thee chickens are a laying in thee henhouse thee swans are a flying over Yorke minster thee storks sit on thee olde carte wheel on thee olde church thre turkies are a gobberling wyth feathers on their tails out full as soon they are ready for table waiting to be stuffed lucky turkies to be center of thee christmas feest on christmas day wyth lights on thee tree as thee look at me as a kiss and a presant we share wyth you so handsome over their as thee years pass and we grow olde but we don’t care