What would you like for Christmas --- A new polarity? You're binary, and desperate to deal in high figures That lick us with their hotter flame --- Lick each and everyone the same And March, the mad scientist, rings a new change in ever-dancing colours 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 you knew And April is summer-bound And February's blue And no one stops to see the colours