 Ah-ah-ah! Don't turn that dial. This is the right station if you want to hear about Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. Hark, hark, the dogs do bark. And really, I feel so silly, but I've just come down from the moon with my hair all willy-nilly. And I've got good news to tell to you all about little Jonathan Thomas, for I knew how anxious you'd be to hear of how he's kept his promise. Well, you remember the witch of Rumpelstich and the very good fairy queen and what a good friend she's always been to foil the witch's scheme? Well, Jonathan Thomas is still sound asleep and under the spell in the forest so deep. Well, Whiskerry Bill, that's the squirrel, he ran and ran and ran until he came to the rainbow's end for the cold wind blows. He went there, you know, for the briar rose who needed a ruby for its red. That's why to Whiskerry Bill she said, please hurry and go where the cold wind blows and bring me a ruby that glows. And when you've done that, please hurry right back and I'll draw you a red, red rose. And then you can keep your promise and awaken little Jonathan Thomas. So Whiskerry Bill he ran and ran even faster and quicker than ever I can, but before he came to the rainbow's end, he chanced to meet a very nice friend who happened to be a walrus. Well, together they went as Bill had been sent, but when they got there after such wear and tear, they met the rainbow keeper and then they were wiser for he was a miser and no one can be any cheaper. But the walrus said, look here, I'm no fool. There's more than one way to get the jewel and they did. And then they ran and ran and ran just as fast as anyone can until, but then here's where the story begins again. Happy is happy and quite a bit sappy over the snow we go. Hippity hop will never stop for a long time, goodness knows. And in hand we reach the land of the beautiful red, red rose four. We've been to the land of the rainbow, the beautiful rainbow's end. We've got the red and the price on our head which we would be glad to lend. Hippity hop will never stop for a long time, goodness knows. And in hand we reach the land of the beautiful red, red rose four. Blimey me lad, ho, ho, ho, and strike me blue. If that isn't the finest song that I've ever heard even from a bird and that's putting it quite a bit strong. It's a funnier thing, but I like to sing when I'm happy and gay. Joe by Joe by Sam. For now we can wake up Chanus and Thomas and I can hardly wait, goodness knows, till we arrive at the brambly rose. You know it was a bit of fun even if we did have to run when the keeper chased us out. And I thought I'd die with laughter, but we're no fools because we got the jewels. And blimey that's what we went after. You've been a good friend for not all friends would lend such help as you have done. And I would have looked and looked everywhere under the sun for that rainbow bridge if you hadn't come. Oh, piss and touch what a lot of slush and stop your jabbering flatter. Or strike me pink most people will think that you're as mad as an atta. Oh, Joe, I say, will you look this way? We've reached the end of our trail. We've followed our nose till we've reached the rose. But I knew from the start that we wouldn't fail. Oh, my friendly whiskey bill, you see I'm waiting for you still. Hello, Mrs. Rose. Oh, I've got a kind of treat. I want you to meet a very good friend of mine. Mrs. Rose, if you'll not resent, then may I present Sir Algernon Q Whipple Snapple? How do you do? Quite nicely thank you, and I might even say that I'm sorry. Oh, I'm glad that you hurry, for I was no end worried not to speak of being alarm. I was afraid you'd stayed and forgotten your promise, which would have been sad for Jonathan Thomas. Yes, a ruby, Mrs. Rose, but it's not half as red as Sir Algernon's nose. Ah, now go away. That's not a very nice thing to say. Oh, that it's very cold up near the rainbow's end. Well, there was quite a storm, but I was quite warm thanks to my very good friend. Thank you for the ruby, and now let's waste no more time. But please shut your eyes while I speak the rhyme. Rhyme, Mrs. Rose? Oh, yes, you might have guessed, for you see, each rose is prose, written in color and rhyme. You're both very kind and most wise, and now in sky so high, and all you win with moan and sigh, and all you beauties of the trees and all you emeralds of the sea. Please hide your eyes and bow your head while I bring forth a rose. I give this gift to you. Guard it well. It shall be true. Take it as you made the promise, and awaken from sleep, little Jonathan Thomas. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Rose. You're so very kind. And now I suppose we'd better go. That is, if you don't mind. Of course I don't. I'm very glad for the spell of the witch made me very sad. And now I may sleep in my mossy bed, down now that you have your rose sold in. Goodbye. I'm pleased to have met you. Right, oh, and so am I. May good luck and cheer be on your way, and may you again come back someday. We'll try. Goodbye. Goodbye. Come on, Whiskery Bill. Wake up, Jonathan Thomas, your rumple stitch. And like as I said, don't fall on me. Look here, this way, if this isn't hard to beat. Where there's ice and snow, and it's 20 below, how can there be any heat? What do you know about that? Here they were just about back to Jonathan Thomas with the red, red rose. They fall through the ice into the river. Oh, and it makes me shiver to even think of it. What do you think will happen? Well, we'd better find out real soon. So don't forget to listen to the next story of Jonathan Thomas, will ya? I won't.