Nor Julie Andrews, for that matter, but still, apologies to all parties.
The Post Christmas Fridge Song, draft 1.
Silver foil parcels that lurk within fridges
Some that are smooth, and then others with ridges
Oh how to guess at what might be within,
Could it be some of my favourite things?
(dum dum, dum dum, etc, too early for the middle eight, another verse first)
Left over stuffing with chestnuts and spices,
Yesterdays trifle, oh how it entices!
Beautiful Stilton, a cheese fit for Kings!
These are a few of my favourite things!
(middle eight, thank you for your patience)
Now unwrapping! Disappointment! Feel like I've been had!
Mr P has been eating my favourite things,
I think I might go quite mad!