This little Boney says he’ll come
At Merry Christmas time,
But that I say is all a hum
Or I will no more rhyme.
Some say in wooden house he’ll glide
Some say in air balloon,
E’en those who airy schemes deride
Agree his coming soon.
Now honest people list to me,
Though income is but small,
I’ll bet my wig to one Pen-ney
He does not come at all.