Southern Sugarplum, a new Christmas Song

We sing our song in a voice that is strong,

Bake whiskey cake that will cause you to quake,

Paint a picture of a slow, lazy river,

Hum a low tune that’ll cause you to croon,

Test your mettle. Talk civics o’er a kettle,

Go spelunking and then take a dunking,

Wax eloquent as a real Southern gent,

Keep on going, though our tears be flowing.

We thespians play all the livelong day,

Suck hard toffee over pots of coffee,

Calm us down after being tight wound,

Tuck in bed, sugarplums in our head.