‘Twas the day after Christmas,
This chap is getting fat.
Walks through forests and meadows,
Will surely see to that.
Along My Rivers pathway,
Walking long fast and hard,
Will shed many of these pounds,
And eating will be barred.
If I do it long enough,
And do it day by day,
My fitness will get better,
And keep the fat at bay.
But the New Year is coming,
Drinking scotch and wine and beer,
It may put the fat back on,
But to you all I give good cheer.