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A Song Of The Weather
January brings the snow;
Makes your feet and fingers glow.
February's ice and sleet,
Freeze the toes right off your feet.
Welcome, March, with wint'ry wind:
Would thou wert not so unkind.
April brings the sweet spring showers;
On and on for hours and hours.
Farmers fear unkindly May;
Frost by night and hail by day.
June just rains and never stops;
Thirty days and spoils the crops.
In July the sun is hot:
Is it shining? No, it's not!
August, cold and dank and wet,
Brings more rain than any yet.
Bleak September's mist and mud,
Is enough to chill the blood.
Then October adds a gale,
Wind and slush and rain and hail.
Dark November brings the fog;
Should not do it to a dog.
Freezing wet December, then...
Bloody January again!
(January brings the snow;
Makes your feet and fingers glow).
-- Michael Flanders and Donald Swann
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An Unfunny Drudgery Song
Monday shocking, doing 'scrub'
Distant memories of the pub,
As those aching heads we rub.
Tuesday, it seems we are winning;
"Workload's showing signs of thinning!"
Frenziedly we jabber, grinning.
Wednesday strong 'n' stern doth grunt,
A very rainy day (warm front);
Jon makes jokes, to bear the brunt.
Thursday: try to hit rewind;
Forward blindfold (sinful bind!);
Fun, forbidden friends to find.
Friday: see us all released!
Thank god the streets are well-policed!
Let's sally forth to get well piste!
Saturday, a respite small:
Men can snooze (or paint a hall)
But in the night go out and brawl.
Sunday's such a so-and-so:
The holy and the errant know,
That Monday looms to augur woe...
(refrain)
Monday shocking, doing 'scrub'
Distant memories of the pub,
As those aching heads we rub.
-- Hannah Jenny Jar Jar II, hewn of heaven.
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