What would you like for Christmas? A new polarity? You're binary and desperate To deal in high figures that lick us With a hotter flame. Look - each and every one the same. In March the mad scientist Brings a new change In ever-dancing colors. He rings it here and he rings it, But no one stops to see The change of fate and the fate of change That slips into his pocket, So he locks it All away from view And shares not what he thought he knew. And April is summer-bound, And February's blue. And no one stops to see the colors.