'Twas the night before April Fools Day, when all through the house
Not a prankster was stirring, not even a shocking pen;
The whoopie cushions were hung beneath pillows with care,
In hopes that an April’s fool, soon would sit there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of fart machines danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long nap,
When out on the lawn, I heard all the chatter.
I sprang from the bed to see who was fooling around.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the shine of the fake coin below.
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the funny objects below,
When, what to my wondering prankster eyes should appear,
But a bag full of prank gag gifts for all
Happy April Fools Day!

But at present there was nothing more to be said. Mr. Woodhouse very soon followed them into the drawing-room.
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