The bell on my door rang this morning
From the kitchen I called ";Who's that there?";
Through the letter box came a grappling hook
Which grappled me right out of my chair!
Stretched out on the floor I lay helpless
Of my limbs I had lost all command
When into my ear instilling fear
Said a voice ";I am Monsieur R. Monde";
";Monsieur R. Monde you are not!
That's an incredible thing to say
For I personally attended his funeral
which was twelve months to this very day!";
A rat flew down from the ceiling
Alighted upon my right ear
said ";If Monsieur R. Monde is safe under the sod
Then why are you shaking with fear!";
";My name is not Scrooge"; I said faintly
