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It Wuz da night before Waaghmas, when all froo da fort
Not a fing was stirrin, not even a squig
Da lootin bags was full, wiv ard boyz guardin near
In opes dat Git, SeeItDen NickItAll would not get clear
Da Snots waz all sleepin and snug in dere beds
While visions of Gork an Mork danced in dere eads.
And Da Boss in iz armour, and I wiv me zapp gun
Ad just settled down to watch da fun
When out near da boar pen arose such a clatta
I sprang from me hidin place to see what's da matter
A shot from da zapp gun flew like a flash
Tore open da shutters and turned dem to ash
Da bad moons wiv all dem flash bits dat glow
Gave da lustre of mid-day to da objects below
When, what da zog! to my eyes should appear
But a miniature trukk, and eight tiny squigdeer
Wiv a runty old driver, so sneaky and wiv tricks
I knew in a moment, it was dat Thieven Git!
More rapid dan red ones his coursers dey came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called dem by name;
"Now, Gnasher! now, Pincer! now, Chopa and SniksUm!
On, Rokkit! on Stoopid! on, Stompa and BlitzDem
To da top of da mekshop! to da top of da wall!
Now leggit away! leggit away! leggit away all!"
As oomies dat before a mega nob fly
When dey meet iz uge boot and mount to da sky
So up to da mekshop da coursers dey flew,
Wiv trukk full of loot, and SeeItDen NickItAll too.
And Den, in a twinklin, I eard on da roof
Da prancin and pawin of each runty hoof.
As I drew up me gun, and was turnin around
Down da chimney SeeItDen NickItAll came wiv a bound.
E was dressed all in fur, like one a dem Snakebites
And iz clobber were all swarmin wiv bitin mites
A bundle of snazz guns he had flung on his back
And even ad pinched a stormboyz jump pack.
Iz eyes -- ow dey twinkled! iz dimples ow merry!
Iz cheeks waz all red, iz nose like a cherry!
Iz cruel little gob was drawn up like a bow
And da hair squig on iz chin waz az white az da snow;
Da stump of a cigar e held tight in his teef,
And da smoke it encircled his ead like a wreath;
E ad a broad face and a great fat belly,
Dat shook, when he cackled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, not like one a dem old eldar,
And I laughed when I saw im, in spite of meself;
A wink of iz eye and a twist of iz ead,
Soon stole me smile and made me feel dread;
He spoke not a word, but went strait to iz work,
And emptied da loot bags; den turned wiv a jerk,
And layin iz finger aside iz nose,
An givin a nod, up da chimney e rose;
E sprang to his trukk, to his mob gave a yell
And away dey all flew like a dakkajet out of ell
But I eard him exclaim, as e drove out of sight,
"Happy Waaghmas ya gitz, and to all a good fight."
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