Mother Berta's Coming to Town

You better watch out when winter comes nigh
you better not doubt, I'm telling you why,
Mother Berta's coming to town.
She carries a sack made out of skin
She dumps the toys out and stuffs the kids in!
Mother Berta's coming to town.
She rides on a Master Skeggie
A goat whose back is strong
Her beard is gray and scraggly
and her tail is ten feet long!
With six or eight horns, a mustache or two,
Make a mistake, she's coming for you!
Mother Berta's coming to town.
She knows with whom you're sleeping,
she knows with whom you wake
She knows just what you're thinking,
So don't think for Goddess' sake!
So when the winds howl way up in the sky,
Listen as she and Skeggi pass by,
Mother Berta's coming,
Mother Berta's coming,
Mother Berta's coming to town!

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