Tossed thus in the arms of your PUNCHY right cheerily,
'Midst all that a youngster should love and enjoy,
At least, you're beginning most merrily.
Under the Mistletoe Bough
You make a good start, anyhow.
With a kiss from the lips that can never betray,
There's many a girl would be greeted that way!
You're welcome, my lad! It is Punch's old style
To hail with stout heart all such annual new-comers;
In winters of chill discontent he'll still smile,