Now that Christmas has gone with it\'s Good Will to all Men;
Singing \'Auld lang Syne\' by the Chimes of Big Ben.
The giving of Presents where the Mistletoe hangs;
To the Toast to the Year with the Joining of Hands -
It all starts again, take your Partner\'s and dance;
Like the disquiet and Hate from a failing Romance.
As by Old Father Thames those Members will shout;
Such Howler type Monkeys flinging it about.
The Threats and the Snarls from a Country or two;
Changing the Borders that some Cartographer drew.
A fist in the face for I don\'t like your Skin;
And as for your faith, Oh where to begin.
So it\'s now as you were like the year gone before;
It\'s the Trade of the Fool to expect anything more.