Not one to grumble, so I give these two
the quiet corner. It’s a funny night,
the inn packed and all sorts passing through,
and that one star, fantastically bright.
Hardly a silent night! No sooner are
they settled down than there’s a baby’s cry.
That was an easy one! So, swaddling clothes
they’ve got from somewhere. What’s that lullaby?
It’s overhead, unearthly noise, somewhere
above the rafters. That’s my manger gone.
I hadn’t finished with the hay but still
a kiddie’s got to sleep. What’s going on?
Shepherds, a lamb? No peace tonight in here.
The donkey’s fed up and tomorrow brings
a working day for us. What now? – a train
of camels mooching up? Are those real kings?