An ember goes aglow every twelfth month
Like flames igniting a sloppy moth
Only once a year but refreshes thoughts
And brings us back home to a global hut.
We sing, we dance, we clap our hands
We cry, we laugh, we review our stands
Once again kids in that festive instance
It’s winner take all and we take a chance.
Every year and that’s fact
We save the best for last.
Eneh
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