Photograph by Julie Shattuck
Avoiding rain drops, racing to and around drops, large drops, round drops, beating a drumming sound on the ground drops.
Beat to the rhythm of a foreign beat, bursting in splashes across worn feet, step aside my tired old feet, give me a chance to cross this wide street.
Hurry now, you mustn't be late now, you’re off to the party, a furlong of races, where you are forbidden to fall on bad graces.
Splishing-splashing through the street you go, carrying an umbrella, only for show? Off to the party, a little bit drenched, don’t fall, don’t stumble, or trip on a bench.
You made it on time, where time was of the essence, greeting the host, all smiles larger than most.
Prepare for a feast my hungry friends, find you a chair, to be served the finest fair.
Music to be heard, dancing to be done
take a partner, don't sit and hum.
Midnight strikes and bells will be ringing, ushering the New Year we all will be sing!
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