Mr. Speaker,
Thirteen days before Christmas and all through the House, the Prime Minister sat listening to his backbenchers grouse. When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter, I dropped both my crutches and yelled, “What's the matter?” And what did my wondering eyes then behold, But a tiny House leader all decked out in gold. “That is government House leader”, he boldly declared, Then sat at his desk and he glared and he glared. That withering glare made me cower and meek But I still had to ask for his plans for next week.