In strode the Workshop Tiffy,
   Through these hallowed halls,
   He said,"Good morning, Craftsmen"
   And the Craftsmen answered "Balls!"

   This grieved the Workshop Tiffy,
   He said, "This is not good,
   If you don't mind your manners,
   You'll have no Christmas Pud!"

   Up spoke a stroppy Craftsman,
   With neck of solid brass,
   "We dont want your Christmas Pudding,
    You can shove it up your ass!"

    They seized the Workshop Tiffy,
    Though he fought with might and main,
    But they cut his private parts off,
    And flushed 'em down the drain