In The Loft Sits The Pixy With His Christmas Porridge Lyrics

1. In the loft sits the pixy with his Christmas porridge,
His Christmas porridge, so good and sweet,
He nods, and he eats and he is so happy,
Because Christmas porridge is his favorite food.
But around him are all the little rats,
And they look out of the corner of their eyes,
And they look out of the corner of their eyes.
We really want some Christmas sweets,
And they dance, dance around in a ring.

2. But pixy-daddy he threatens with his big spoon,
Won't you just run away now,
Because I want my Christmas porridge in peace and quietsy,
And no one, no one will I share it with.
But the rats they hop, and they dance,
And they swing their hips,
They look at the porridge, and they stop,
And they stand around the pixy closely packed in a ring.

3. But pixy-daddy he is a little angry cork,
And with his body he makes a jump:
I will fetch the cat, if you don't stop,
When the cat comes, it will be stopped.
And then all of the rats get so scared,
Oh so scared, oh so scared,
They turn around and dance a couple of times,
And one, two, three, then they are gone.