Summertime…… and the weather is cr@ppy
Fish are jumpin, and nothing is dry.
Oh, your Daddy’s soaked, and your Ma is in wellies,
So splash, little baby, don’t you cry.
One of these mornings, you won’t rise up swimming,
And you’ll have dry things, and you’ll take to the sky.
But till that morning; there’s a nothing can warm you,
But hush, little baby, I’ll make you dry.
[bows and exits in a hurry]
Asbo x
