A MEDLEY
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ON Christmas Eve I turned the spit, I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet; The cock sparrow flew over the table, The pot began to play with the ladle; The ladle stood up like a naked man, And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan; The frying-pan behind the door Said he never saw the like before; And the kitchen clock I was going to wind Said he never saw the like behind.