It was the night before golfing and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring but a near frozen mouse
All the clubs were laid out by the back door with care
With hopes of a birdie or an eagle mon fraire
The golfers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of long-puts danced in their heads
And mamma with her new glove and I with my Cap
Just settled in for the upcoming cold snap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window with a creaky-back and a flash
I cinched up my robe and threw open the sash
The sun glistened off of the freshly fallen rain
Gave the lustre of midday and a sigh “not again”
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a 26 of schnapps and a 24 of beer
With a little old driver, dented and nicked
I knew ...