March the Mad Scientist

What would you like for Christmas ---
A new polarity?
You're binary, and desperate to deal
In high figures
That lick us with their hotter flame ---
Lick each and everyone the same
And March, the mad scientist
Rings a new change
In ever-dancing colours

He rings it here and he rings it...
But no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket ---
So he locks it all away from view
And shares not what he thought you knew
And April is summer-bound
And February's blue
And no one stops to see the colours