Sun on New Year's morning Laughing at the snow; Trees hung thick with jewels, Icicles aglow. All the earth in ermine, All the air in blue, All the bells a-jingle: "Ho! the year is new." Out to greet the new world All so white and pure, See our household darling, Dainty and demure. "Happy New Year, snowbirds! Happy New Year, sun! Happy New Year, oak-tree! Happy, every one!" From the blue sky dropping To the white earth down, Here the New Year's birds come, Dressed in white and brown. "Happy New Year, darling!" Thus the gay birds sing. "New Year's presents, darling, Merrily we bring." "My gift," said the first bird, "Is your mother's love." "My gift," said the second, "Is the sun above." "Mine is your sweet home, dear." "Mine is fire and food." "Mine is Jesus' praises When His child is good." "My gift is nice clothing." "Mine is play and fun." "Mine is rest and slumber When the day is done." Eight birds softly singing In the New Year's glow, As our happy darling Trudges through the snow. New Year's birds, gift-laden, Singing hale and true, -- Listen softly, children! They will sing to you! |