Thoughts of you circle in my head
The first thing which I need to know
Is are you still alive or dead?
If you're dead, sorry, don't worry
Someone else next year will tell me
I've read namesake's obituaries
If there's a funeral, hurry
The second thing which I need to know
Are friends rich, poor, asleep in beds
In cars, tents, hammocks, caravans
In grand hotels or garden sheds
Our New Year's cold in London here
Lorries skiing through traffic lights
Garden fireworks scared cats and rats
Dogs and chocolate hedgehogs have taken fright
Pair of Champagne glasses in front of computer screen showing London's New Year's Eve fireworks. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
I've heard it's warm in New Zealand
But here it's eight hours sleep we need
If you can't afford cheap Champagne
Go to bed early, dream or breed
Next census they will do a count
Puzzled by such a large amount
Many shouldn't be here at all
Mum swam or climbed the Berlin wall
Like animals roam to and fro
Fingers tap links where we can't go
Watch the world on television
Drones and outer space precision
And if there's some calamity
Son says, I'm glad news isn't me.
-ends-
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