Excellent.

'Tis the season for these excellent books ...

When the midnight strikes in the belfry dark

And the white goose quakes at the fox’s bark

We saddle the horse that is hayless, oatless

Hoofless and pranceless, kickless and coatless

We canter off for a midnight prowl

Whoo-hoo-hoo, says the hook-eared owl.

Time and tide and buttered eggs wait for no man.

Thanks, Mum.