English poem
When next he climbed his pulpit stair
by Palmer Cox (1840–1924)
When next he climbed his pulpit stair, He touched upon the strange affair, And asked a blessing rich to fall Upon the heads and homes of all Who through the night had worked so hard To heap the fuel 'round the yard. His hearers knew they had no claim To such a blessing if it came, But whispered: "We don't understand— It must have been the Brownie Band."