The boy in the bed of his parents br a treat happened once in a year, br as he slept with the fragrance of mother br while his elders were drinking much beer. br br As the party of four little aunties br came a-peeking to utter their Aahs br he pretended, he knew they were seeking br all the innocent beauty of Oz. br br And he slept the great sleep of the just, br with the feeling of unending love, br he'd been taught that you do what you must br and you 'd never require a shove.