The Master swings the pendulum

While in the Captain's seat.

The table round

Twelve seats are found

In 1 to 12 countdown.

December reign's the well known group

He's the leader of the troupe.

Each calendar page

Is pulled from stays

The staples lose their grip.

You wonder why December rules

He's last in journey's trip.

Cause one by one

They fall from grace

And December's still in place.

Until the hand ticks off the time

The last minute rules its kind.

Then the Master swings again

The pendulum comes full round.

Another year finds time to bring

12 months they will be found.

Then again we once will pull

The pages from the past

To find another year is gone

December rules the cast.