The Yule Log
We march on through the falling snow
To a special place that only we know.
There it lies in resplendent glory
Telling the tree's final story.
'Yule Log o' Yule Log'
It calls to us as we call to it
Now to measure for perfect fit
Be it year old beech or aged Oak?
Those will warm you like a cloak.
Perhaps scent is what you crave
Then applewood shall you clave
Or do you seek the Kingly wood?
Then hallowed Ash is always good.
Now cart it back into your home
Sit you like a King upon a throne
The dark descends and the cold does bite
Light your Yule Log for all the night.
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