Good King Wenceslas looked out,
on the Bum of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and steaming;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
tho’ the heat was cruel,
When a poor man steamed his bum,
gath’ring winter fuel.
( garold you're on mute I SAID YOU'RE ON MUTE, Thu 18 Dec 2025, 8:53, archived)