GOOD KING WHENCE THE LAST

Good King Whence The Last

(may be sung to the tune of Good King Whence The Last)

Good King Whence The Last looked out, on the feast of Steven.

As the snow lay all about, deep, and crisp, and even.

King Whence he was feeling bright, watching snowflakes glister,

Till a poor man came in sight, completely spoiled the vista.

"Hither page, be by me stood. What's that peasant doing?

He's nicked all my firewood, and ruined all my viewing.

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me best Havanas;

And then after I have dined I'll teach the wretch some manners".

When the monarch forth he went, his page could not ignore him,

For through the wild wind's rude lament, on his back he bore him!

Through the snow the page did plod, as the wind blew wildly,

Thought the King a very sod, and that puts it mildly.

Thus the page trod on and on, carrying the monarch.

Till he thought, 'He weighs a ton; this is something chronic'.

Then, at last, he'd had enough, halfway up a mountain;

"Sire, methinks thou should'st get stuffed", and dumped him in the fountain.

Now the peasant, and the page, sit before a log fire,

Leaving Whence outside to rage, in that wintry quagmire.

Therefore nobles all look out, or lessons you'll be learning;

Once they find what you're about your pages will be turning.