Does it really matter
That a mere five months remain
And that the time has come again
To sing the old refrain
Called by goblins in a market
In verse from days gone by
Even if not for orchard fruits--
"Come buy," they say. "Come buy"--
When the wrong-dated holiday
We have to call by name
Extends yet ever further back
And will yet more days claim?
Little Laura lingers not,
Nor does Lizzie remain,
But fairer faced and fouler souled
Are those who sing refrains
And falser are the fruits they sell
On gilded, not gold, plates
Than figs to fill the mouth
Than bullaces or dates,
And no less eager for their wares
Are those out shopping now
Hoping to assuage their cares
Though they've no notion how.
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