Good Riddance, But Now What? By Ogden Nash Come, children, gather round my knee; Something is about to be. Tonight’s December thirty-first, Something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall. Hark! It’s midnight, children dear.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Good Riddance, But Now What? By Ogden Nash Come, children, gather round my knee; Something is about to be. Tonight’s December thirty-first, Something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall. Hark! It’s midnight, children dear.