As the final hours come to an end
And one must take a very hard bend
Saying good bye, and reluctantly so
To the years one four, and add one more

The dawn of another year,
An unnoticeable vision, to the other ear
But for one standing here
It is the death of an age
And the start of a page
Oh! Time grows more!
But it cannot ungrow
You can try and try
(They even put it out of the dictionary!)
But one can only sigh

Oh time gone by!
If only we could call thee back,
There would be no track
Of all our double-acts
For we would only laze, and never be praised
And that is the God-bidden, one of facts!