Dear wide and beautiful world
You look so neat and gay,
I wonder why you celebrate
The summer's going away.
While we regret it's going
Perhaps it is better so,
We know that it will come again
With all it's pomp and show.
Then we'll appreciate it all the more
With all it's wealth and beauty,
We know that nature planned it so
And it must do it's duty.
Some say that winter is so dull
So very dark and drear,
Yet, I appreciate it all
That rest-time of the year.
And when the time is closing in
For the passing of the old year,
World, your dress is dark and gray
As for a funeral drear.
But when the new year comes to us
In all it's infancy,
You are the first to give it aid
World, you are as busy as can be.
Dressed in a white cap and apron
Like a nurse's uniform,
You get right down to business, world
And the wee year, you adorn.
And then in just a few short months
How beautiful all appears,
I think we should appreciate more
The rest-time, of the year.
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