The New Year
The New Year
Poem
I am the little New Year, oh, ho!
Here I come tripping it over the snow.
Shaking my bells with a merry din -
So open your doors and let me in!
Presents I bring for each and all -
Big folks, little folks, short and tall;
Each one from me a treasure may win -
So open your doors and let me in!
Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,
Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;
Some shall have brass and some shall have tin -
So open your doors and let me in!
Some shall have water and some shall have milk,
Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!
But each from me a present may win -
So open your doors and let me in!
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