What would you like for Christ- mas A new polarity?
You're binary and desperate to deal in high figures
That lick us with their hotter flame Lick each and everyone the same
And March, the mad scientist Brings a new change In ever-dancing colours
He rings it here and he rings it But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change that slips into his pocket
So he locks it all away from view And shares not what he thought you knew
And April is summer-bound And February's blue And no one stops to see the colours
