I love fruit cake too. My grandmother made it every year. And here’s a great song to go with it.
Away away with rum by gum, rum by gum, rum by gum;
Away away with rum by gum, is the song of the Salvation Army.
We never eat fruitcake because it has rum and one little bite turns a man to a bum. Can you imagine a sorrier sight than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight.
Away etc.
We never eat cookies because they have yeast and one little bite turns a man to a beast, can you imagine a sadder disgrace than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face.
Away etc.
I did not know everybody he sent fruit cakes to and he did not leave a list. So I called Collins Street Bakery and told them he had died and asked if they could supply me with a list of the people he was sending them to (they sent them from the bakery directly to the people on his list). He had already ordered and paid for his order and they sent me the list. I was able to send cards to those who would not know he had passed.