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January by Elsa Beskow

Tick-tock says the clock,

It’s twelve of the night.

The New Year’s here

And the stars are bright.

The old year’s gone,

He’s tired and worn,

Christmas is past,

The tree all shorn.

The star-children come,

In the dead of night,

Like Three Wise Men

Bringing the light.

Tick-tock says the clock.

The New Year’s come.

Good Year to you all

Until the next to come.