Two Brownie men were Jack and Jock,

Said one, “When Christmas comes,

We’ll make a pudding for ourselves,

And stuff it full of plums.”

And so they did—they mixed it well,

’Twas quite a bit of fun!

They stirred it with a long, long pole,

And soon their task was done.

They tied the pudding in a cloth,

These little Brownie men,

And then they put it in a pot,

To boil till nearly ten.

But later on, I grieve to say,

They both received a shock,

They looked but found no pudding there

Alas, for Jack and Jock!

’Twas gone, but where, they never knew,

(And ne’er a Brownie knows,)

It vanished like a lovely dream,

As here the picture shows.

Two little lads, brimful of fun,

With mischief in their eyes,

Went fishing from a chimney top

And stole away the prize.