Twas the day before the show
All the knitters were raring to go
Mitts had been knit and wool had been spun
Was anyone feeling under the gun?
Treats would be baked for all of the folk
With all of the excitement we hope no one chokes
Don't think we need to worry about weather
Heading to town hell bent for leather
Didn't think we would get here
But get here we did
Pack up your Nan and pack up the kids
The knitters are ready to flip their lids.
Only one more sleep
We will be counting the sheep
Shushing everyone to not make a peep
Only one more sleep...