Before the Baby Year has grown quite old and worn with time,
When it must leave us while the bells for a new year will chime.
But all resolves are very hard to always keep in mind,
And somehow they get broken and the pieces we can't find;
So that when "Baby New Year" grows hoary with old age,
We're glad to turn a fresh new leaf and close our last year's page.
NERVOUS JELLY
One day when there was company, wee greedy Lillie May