The First Noel, his angel didn't speak.
Well, not his angel but welcome to his world
He fantasizes about love and tries to seek
A hopeless romantic but can't afford.
Love don't cost a thing?
I guess he didn't receive that memo.
Others came myrrh, frankincense and gold-bearing
All he had was a bar from Fernando Po
At the last 31st silent night,
His sober reflection gave him much confidence
The set day was the end of February's first fortnight
Thankfully, he just got the final piece to earn her presence.
His face gleamed, rejoicing as he approached
All of them couldn't fathom, Rolls Royce
So even the bright star of hope knowing this led them astray
Gold-bearers were rejected and so was his chocolate bar.