Of the last among the twelve br Is the December, a mermaid br When our memories starts to delve br Of her beauty before a fade. br br When every dewdropp welcomes the morning br With a new story about their darling br And with the prayers, and our mourning br For our beloved passed away, a sparkling. br br And with those blended feelings br To bid farewell to the mighty December br With the hopes as of the seedlings br Nurtured by those happy days we remember.