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          Created and Maintained by 
          A.B. Credaro 
          December 8, 2001
         
         
        
           
         
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          CHRISTMAS CAROL LYRICS 
          FOR LIBRARIES
         
        
          
            
              
                
                  THE 12 DAYS OF STOCKTAKE
                
                
                  On the (first) day of stocktake my library gave to me: 
                  Twelve patrons weeping, 
                  Eleven auditors adding, 
                  Ten colleagues griping, 
                  Nine breaks in plumbing, 
                  Eight faulty barcodes, 
                  Seven software failures, 
                  Six pounding headaches, 
                  Five dead things; 
                  Four computer nerds 
                  Three leaking pens, 
                  Two meal breaks, and 
                  A successful insanity plea.
                
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                  THE FIRST NOVEL
                
                
                  The first novel the archivist did say 
                  Was brought for patrons to read any day; 
                  In libraries where books had to be cheap 
                  And for the patrons to put them to sleep. 
                   
                  cho: Novel, Novel, Novel,Novel; Librians are swell. 
                
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                  AWAY GOES THE MANAGER
                
                
                  Away goes the manager, who we all be-dread, 
                  The idiot doesn't have a brain in his head. 
                  The librarians look forward to him going away, 
                  The little dictator, and his great donkey bray. 
                   
                  The library runs smoothly, decisions we make, 
                  Without his lordship, we can all have a break. 
                  We love it without him, and our Christmas display, 
                  When he takes his stupid toupee, and goes on holiday.
                
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                  DECK THE WALLS
                
                
                   
                  Deck the walls with shelves of folly, 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 
                  As we push our old book trolley, 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 
                  Don we now our gay apparel, 
                  Fa la la, la la la, la la la. 
                  As we hit the full trash barrell, 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 
                   
                  See the old step-stool before us, 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 
                  Shin strikes the corner and we cuss. 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la. 
                  Risk the patrons' great displeasure, 
                  Fa la la, la la la, la la la. 
                  While we serve them at our leisure, 
                  Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
                
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          A.B.Credaro©2001
         
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