Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist

So away with the last of the sour cream dip
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!