Ala bam a
We now start another new year,
52 Weeks to bug Balladeer!
Nan with her scissors to cut up my stuff,
Watchin you artists write poems and such.
Santa's getting his unemployment,
Works one day a year, (he'a a lazy old gent)
He wears strange clothing, he's ugly and fat,
(No, not Balladeer...he ain't got a red hat)
May the New Year bring, each one of you,
Blessings and health and prosperity too.
I'll visit here often, I hope it's quite soon,
How about Tuesday?..Say, somewhere 'round noon?