The New Year
The New Year's a notebook whose
pages are white;
The New Year's a penny
untarnished and bright;
The New Year's a baby just this
moment born,
A beautiful baby asleep in the
morn.
Let's write in the notebook
without any smudges,
Let's spend the bright penny
and settle our grudges.
Let's comfort the baby who'll
wail when he wakes
And discovers he’s stuck with
the old year’s mistakes!
By my mother, Ernestine Cobern Beyer
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