| |
| Every year about this time my mother says to
me |
| "Well, Bill, the Christmas season's past; |
| We've just thrown out the tree. |
| And now it's time to look ahead and start a
brand new year. |
| |
| So sit right down there at your desk |
| With pencil and with pad |
| And write your New Year's Resolutions |
| It is sure to please your Dad." |
| |
| I started with a promise to read my Bible
every day |
| To pray for friends and neighbors and God's
help along the way. |
| I vowed that I would pick up toys and hang my
coat and hat |
| That I would put away my books and all the
stuff like that. |
| |
| Well, mom came in while I was thinking |
| Of something else to say; |
| She said, "Pick up your toys, Bill, Hang up
your clothes |
| And put your books away." |
| |
| Now I ask you what's the sense |
| of going to all that fuss? |
| It would only make our moms all mad |
| If they couldn't yell at us. |
