I'm dreaming of a Green Christmas
Just like the ones we used to have
No sleigh bells ringing
No carol singing
Saying goodbye to all this snow
Good King Whatanarse
Once set out
Upon the feast of Stephen
When the grass lay all about
Nice and crisp and even
Brightly shone the sun that day
When all the birds were singing
Nice and warm with Christmas pud
On the feast of Ste ee ven
