The Writers' Circle

Now the nights are gettin' bitter
So I think I'd better Knitter
Pair o' dinky little bedsocks pink and white
For it's anythin' but thrillin'
When you find the bedclothes slippin'
And your tootsies pokin' out into the night.

When you hear the North winds bellar
Take a look into the cellar
And rustle up a ton of 'Derby' brights
Tell your uncles and your aunties
That it's time for winter panties 
And a bottle in the bed these parky nights