I’ve been meaning to put this up for you all to sing at any table before a meal. Click on the picture to enlarge it. It’s meant to be sung in canon, so rope your friends into singing, too. In my head it ends with everyone singing “we come, we come, we come, we come.” It works as a walking tune also, so while you’re carrying those plum puddings up the walk, it spins around nicely. Take it with you; you’ll see what I mean.

Stay tuned.