Ode to the Ox

hey bovine-lovin' mister ox,
hear you're movin' into town
to take the keys to the keep
on the zodiac merry-go-round

now here comes a new year
even before I sober up
from the countdown parties
where I puked over my party garb

we'll celebrate in pomp
to usher you in
red packets (ouch!) I'll impart
over 'lip-smackin' good' home cookin'

but oh what tidings you bring
to the rest of your peeps
especially to the dragon kind
who'll be glad for some tips

on how to survive
the gloomy sullen markets
and the weary sounding horoscope
without losing our heads

so how now brown cow,
before I run out of rhyme
promise we'll treat you right
in three years time