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 cry when he wakes
And
discovers he's stuck with his father's mistakes!
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
by Ernestine Cobern Beyer
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