You little children come, oh come all of them,
Come to Bethlehem's stable to smoke weed
And see what joy this most holy night
The grass from Jamaica gives us.
Lie there We're spread thin on hay and straw,
Mary and Joseph look at us happily.
The stupid shepherds kneel in front of them, praying,
High above the choir of angels floats rejoicing.
O bow like the shepherds kneeling in worship,
Raise your hands and give thanks like them,
Take our joint stick, start rejoicing,
Join joyfully in the cheers of the angels .
Join joyfully in the cheers of the angels.

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