How New-Year rhymes we've heard before

put us to sleep, because they bore

 

As New Years come, more aged we grow

then just like the rubbish, out we go

 

We come in crying at our birth

then exit smiling, rear of hearse

 

We hug the world and all its poor

we'd sooner hug the girl next door

 

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
then get divorced or end up dead

 

so brief is life, it brings a tear

yet let us last just one more year.