trinkie
31-Dec-07, 18:59
Come , children, gather round my knee;
Something is about to be.
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.
by Ogden Nash
Something is about to be.
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.
by Ogden Nash