@roger,
We used to sing about crazy Germans at Chriistmas, when we were kids.
'God rest ye Gerry Mental Men, let nothing you dismay.......
Of course, I've grown out of that now.....
Another one......
'Good King Wencas last looked out,
Of his bedroom window.
Something hit him on the snout,
It was a red hot cinder.
Brightly shone his nose that night,
Though the pain was croooo-el,
Then a poor man came in sight,
Riding on a poooo-ooooo-ooooo'
The last line made no sense, but made us giggle as kids.