An Ode to the Glorious Summer we are experiencing:
Summertimeâ€¦â€¦ and the weather is cr@ppy
Fish are jumpin, and nothing is dry.
Oh, your Daddyâ€™s soaked, and your Ma is in wellies,
So splash, little baby, donâ€™t you cry.
One of these mornings, you wonâ€™t rise up swimming,
And youâ€™ll have dry things, and youâ€™ll take to the sky.
But till that morning; thereâ€™s a nothing can warm you,
But hush, little baby, Iâ€™ll make you dry.
[bows and exits in a hurry]