Farewell Then, Old Year

Farewell then, Old Year! Time ordains
You now must let go of the reins.
At last we have blundered
Through all your three hundred
And sixty-five point two five pains.

Farewell then, Old Year! Let us borrow
A moment to savour the sorrow:
As you fall by the way,
A new year with leap-day
Is lurking in wait for tomorrow.

Farewell then, Old Year! It's about
That time when we all raise a shout,
For we'll not see you more -
And now don't let the door
Hit your arse as you bugger off out.