It came upon the midnight clear today,
That glorious song of old, I like to fish,
From angels bending near the earth and gray,
To touch their harps of gold don't often wish,
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men sonnet,
From heaven's all-gracious King, eating John Cleese,
The world in solemn stillness lay, bonnet,
To hear the angels sing i'pod two peas.
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