'Twas the night before Eurovision, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stagings were set by the crews with such cares,
In hopes that the trophy soon would be theirs;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
With dreams of staying up late tomorrow in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long pre-contest nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the ground lit the daisies You know,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a very late invite to come share the cheers,
With a little old delivery man so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that I had to be slick.
More rapid than eagles my two hands they came,
And whistled the invite and loud read my name:
"Now, Chalphon! You will the event in person be watching!
At the top of the arena your seat you'll be clutching
Now dash straight to Mersey side dash away soon
The journey is long but it's lit by the moon"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the airport the towncar straight flew
With the heart full of joy, and a carry-on too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard through the goof
The cab driver jawning of each little spoof.
That I drew from my head, and was laughing unbound,
Down the motorway with the gas pedal flat on the ground
I was dressed all in glitter, from my head to my foot,
Because the Grand Final deserves some glamour does it not?
A bundle of luggage I had on my back,
And I looked like a pedler with my enormous big sack
My eyes—how they twinkled! My dimples, how merry!
My cheeks were like roses, my nose like a cherry!
My droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on my chin was begining to show;
The stump of a lolly I held tight in my teeth,
And my pink furry boa, it encircled my head like a wreath;
The custooms agent greeted me with a laugh from his belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled out the paperwork; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his sash,
And giving me a nod, up the isle I should dash;
He sprang to his feet, to his team gave a whistle,
They welcomed me to Liverpool while padding my bristle.
But I heard him exclaim, as I strolled out of sight—
“Happy Eurovision to all, and to all a good night!”
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stagings were set by the crews with such cares,
In hopes that the trophy soon would be theirs;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
With dreams of staying up late tomorrow in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long pre-contest nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the ground lit the daisies You know,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a very late invite to come share the cheers,
With a little old delivery man so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that I had to be slick.
More rapid than eagles my two hands they came,
And whistled the invite and loud read my name:
"Now, Chalphon! You will the event in person be watching!
At the top of the arena your seat you'll be clutching
Now dash straight to Mersey side dash away soon
The journey is long but it's lit by the moon"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the airport the towncar straight flew
With the heart full of joy, and a carry-on too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard through the goof
The cab driver jawning of each little spoof.
That I drew from my head, and was laughing unbound,
Down the motorway with the gas pedal flat on the ground
I was dressed all in glitter, from my head to my foot,
Because the Grand Final deserves some glamour does it not?
A bundle of luggage I had on my back,
And I looked like a pedler with my enormous big sack
My eyes—how they twinkled! My dimples, how merry!
My cheeks were like roses, my nose like a cherry!
My droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on my chin was begining to show;
The stump of a lolly I held tight in my teeth,
And my pink furry boa, it encircled my head like a wreath;
The custooms agent greeted me with a laugh from his belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled out the paperwork; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his sash,
And giving me a nod, up the isle I should dash;
He sprang to his feet, to his team gave a whistle,
They welcomed me to Liverpool while padding my bristle.
But I heard him exclaim, as I strolled out of sight—
“Happy Eurovision to all, and to all a good night!”