Ode to January

Let me tell you ‘bout January

First month of the year

When there’s champagne and fireworks

You’ll know that she’s here

That’s January

January

.

Her first day is quite short

‘cause you wake up real late

You chuck out your calendars

And write the wrong date

That’s January

January

.

She likes lots of planning

Sends kids back to school

Kicks out Christmas décor

And sets some new rules

That’s January

January

.

In the North she’s real cool

With snow and grey skies

In the South she’s all hot

With heat waves and flies

That’s January

January

.

Treat her with respect

And a small pinch of fear

If you get her right,

You’ll sure have a good year

That’s January

January

.

Dhaka 2012

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