Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mine
Not a monster was stirring, not even a slime
The stockings were hung by the smelter with care
And everyone feared Baron Herx would be there
The miners were crammed not so snugly in beds
While visions of Baron Herx stabbed at their heads
The explorer with armour, and miners with caps
Were getting too unsettled for long winter naps
When down in the mines arose such a clatter
I sprang from the floor to see what's the matter
Away to the darkness I ran like a fool
And was suddenly torn open
God's sake, it's a ghoul!