If I had a world of my own, everything would be
nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything
would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is
it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.
You see?
january, you start the year off fine.
february, your my little valentine
march, gonna march you down the aisle
april, your the easter bunny when you smile
may, maybe if i ask your dad and mum
june, theyll let me take you to your junior prom
july, like a firecracker all aglow
august, when your on the beach you steal the show.
september, light the candles at your sweet sixteen
october, romeo and juliet at halloween
november, ill give thanks that you belong to me
december, your the present beneath my christmas treee.
