Does anyone remember Flanders and Swann? I picked up on one of their songs the other day and managed to find the lyrics on line. How our weather doesn't change.
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 weren't 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 freeze the blood.
Then October adds a gale,
Wind and slush and rain and hail.
Dark November brings the fog,
Shouldn't happen to a dog.
Freezing wet December, then,
Bloody January again.
I make no excuse for my plagiarism, I'll borrow anyone's genius.
Watch this space...........
The peregrinations, both geographical and mental, of Graham & Jill on narrowboat Armadillo. It being a hodge-podge or gallimaufrey of travels, thoughts and frequently inaccurate facts.
2 comments:
Spot on with that :)
Good to hear from you, hope all is well?
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