It was Christmas week at the Windmill
and Bob Sharp was up there again
to seek out all the places
that had let in the early rain
"Oh dear" said he in amazement
"what 'ere can now be done
to save this ancient building
that has brought to many such fun"
And then suddenly a fairy came forth
the agent of Father Christmas of course
"Your wish is my command, so let us hear from you
a little magic and we'll make the place like new"
A wave of wand and sure to see
the building was a fantasy
of shining paint, of whirling gears
that had not turned for many years
The wheat was ground
and flour followed after
the place was alive
with happy laughter
Just like a dream - because
when I awoke, I found it was......