Pascoa. Natal? Ano Novo? Que nada!Como adoro a Pascoa, mocada!Chocolate de todo tamanho,O, quanta felicidade quando ganho!Recheadas, crocantes, ao leite,Ah! minha perdicao, meu deleite! A royal baby HURRAY!A royal child is born today!Ring out the bells and let's rejoiceAnd hope that Charlie's no longer a choice!A royal baby HURRAY!A royal child is born today!Ring out the bells and let's danceDiana's genes to enhance!A royal baby HURRAY!A royal child is born today!Ring out the bells be what mayGod's blessings on you today! My Christmas List (to beread quickly!)Buy the turkeyStuff the birdieMix the gravyDon't be lazy!Get the CodGive it a prodLet it sitFor a bitLay the tableFetch the ladle.Heat the piesMind the fliesChristmas cakeStill to bakeBrandy butterKitchen clutterNow the saladCan be added.Smell burningTummy turningBurnt to cindersKind'a hindersOne's digestion.Now a questionWhere to go?Oh, I know!Order outPIZZA! - No doubt!P.S Happy Christmas everyoneHope your list is already done! DedicatedEspecially To The 157!Waiting forhours at the stop,my bladderfeels like it might pop.No, not asign of the blasted bus,and folksare beginning to make a fuss.When itarrives it will be packed full,just to geton we'll have to push and pull.Airconditioning?! Now, THAT'S a joke,reserved forwinter, to freeze the folk.The specialcitizens have yellow chairs,occupied bythose, oblivious to glares...most ofwhich are sleeping youth,who couldn'tgive a damb, now that's the truth!As you squeezeto get through the crowd,a HUGE baghits you and you cry out loud!Beforerecovering from the sting,the busjerks forward and you're given a fling...You land insome poor worker's lap,you leap upapologising and in a flap.Now sweatingprofusely and feeling faint,we hit atraffic jam, now ain't that quaint?We inchalong at tortoise speed,the toiletnow is a desperate need!Having leftwith time to spare,I'm going tobe late, it's just not fair!What's thatyelling I can hear?!Are theyrobbing the bus?...it's unclear...Phew! No,Thank God, it's okay,nobody'srobbing, at least, not today.An hourlater a bedraggled me,steps offthe bus with exaggerated glee...Knowing fullwell that in a little while,again I'llbe subjected to this trip so vile.The publictransport of this city,Is nothingbut a shameful pity.And forthose of us who have no choice,at least myopinion I can voice.I HATE YOU,HATE YOU, HATE YOU SO,and feel somuch better that now you know! Really...You're Birthday is on the 31st of December?!Having a birthday on December the 31stHas just got to be the flipping worst!To begin with, it's holiday timeWhich for everyone else, might be sublimeBut for the poor creature born on this dayPartying with friends...well, there's just no wayMost folks have left townAnd many other parties are going on aroundFamily feel obliged to showWhen they would rather be at another "chateau"As much as I love you mumYou could have held your breath, or sucked your thumb!I could then hold a hangover bash!That would make the New Year begin with a splash!Not forgetting an important pointI'd be a year younger...which would never disappoint!Inspite of my little gripeExcuse me, while a tear I wipeI do know how lucky I amTo have a birthday... oh, yes ma'am!So as I sit here on my ownAnd watch the fireworks get blownI raise my glass to all I loveThose living and those AboveThank you, thank you for another yearGod be with us,