“Tonight’s December thirty-first,Something is about to burst.The clock is crouching, dark and small,Like a time bomb in the hall.Hark, it’s midnight, children dear.Duck! Here comes another year!”
“Tonight’s December thirty-first,Something is about to burst.The clock is crouching, dark and small,Like a time bomb in the hall.Hark, it’s midnight, children dear.Duck! Here comes another year!”
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean,And so it was between them both,They licked their platters clean. Thanks to Peter G Millington-Wallace for the reminder.