Mother Berta’s Coming to Town

You better watch out when winter comes nigh
You better not doubt, I’m telling you why
Mother Berta’s coming to town.

She carries a sack made out of a skin
She dumps the toys out and stuffs the kids in.
Mother Berta’s coming to town

She rides on Master Skeggi
A goat whose back is strong
Her beard in grey and scraggly
And her tail is ten feet long!

With six or eight horns, a mustache or two
Make a mistake, she’s coming for YOU!
Mother Berta’s coming to town.

She know with whom you’re sleeping
She knows with whom you wake
She knows each thought your thinking
So don’t THINK for Goddess sake!

So when the winds howl way up in the sky
Listen as she and Skeggi pass by
Mother Berta’s coming,
Mother Berta’s coming,
Mother Berta’s coming to town!