Friend Will, I am sending
At this, the year's ending,

A calendar showing the days that I'll think

Of you, my good fellow.
For you, my thoughts mellow

And sweeten my hours. To your health now I

    drink.
 

Some friends are funny,
Some friends just like money

That's with me today and then gone on the mor-

    row.
Some friends try to work me,
Some others to shirk me,

But you stay with me in both sunshine and sor-

    row.

^__Ed Blair.