Found this the other day: (spelling mistakes not mine!!)

Once't ther' was a 'ittle boy-- What maked some resolushuns, On New Year's Day --'at he would stop A-bein' sech a "Noo-sanse." He sed, he'd start in takin' bafs Without no drivin' to it; He sed, he'd go to bed at night Soon as he's telled to do it. An'after this he'd stick to trufe, 'An never tell a fib; He never more'd put a frog In baby sister's crib; He'd never take the cookie box When Cook had jus' fresh filled it; He'd alway say: 'at it was him Took Muvver's c'lone, an' spilled it. He'd let the poor cat live in peace, No more fill Gran'dad's pipe wif grease: He'd quit a-teasin' 'ittle girls Wif catty-pillars in their curls. When Sister's best beau comes to call He'd never hide-an' tell--a-tall; He'd never climb on kitchen roofs To hide his Granny-ma's false toofs; He'd never take Aunt Belle's gold puffs, An' sruff 'em in her new beau's cuffs. Green apples? No, he'd never steal, Nor monkey wif Big Bruvver's wheel: He'd clean his teef, an' scrub his neck, An' never sulk the leastes' speck, When comp'ny comes an' he's helped last Folks 'll forget his naughty past. These resolushuns, when he maked 'em, He meaned to keep--but oh, he breaked 'em! So now he says: "Folks, do not fear! I'll make a bran' new set--Nex' Year!"

Happy New Year all,

Musicman