Winter cold we are born br One of strife br To this we are sworn br This, the cycle of life br br Into Spring we bound br New lambs bleating br Listen to their sound br Rains stop sleeting br From teens to thirties with a whoop br All around we group.  br br Along came the forties br In a Summer so bright br Some say the naughties br Everything seems so right.  br br Into Autumn br Life is a dash br This we tell them br Passes in a flash.  br br Back into Winter br A peaceful sigh br Dirty and black like sinter br Life passes by br We close our eyes br Each of us we die.