We always make some men of snow,
And if you study well each page,
You’ll find the Parrot in his cage.
Little Curly-Tail called out one morning,
“A Happy New Year, A Happy New Year,
And January at last is here.”
Curly-Tail curled his little tail up tighter and tighter, as he ran down stairs three steps at a time, and he set the table and got breakfast, before Daddy Do-Little had a chance to answer him.
Curly-Tail kept humming over and over, “A Happy New Year, A Happy New Year.”
“Hush, what is that?
A-rap, a-tap,”