Summer, you know the time of year when we all go on holiday,
soaking up the sun, having some fun, lots of frolicking with our buddies,
or if you’re lucky that special one who makes your heart skip a beat
when you see him or her walking down the street
For those who have to work so hard to make the money
that allows them time to spend with their honey
on a sandy beach, or a city break, enjoying the views,
this summer has brought nothing but bad news
Storms, earthquakes and floods have caused
cancelled flights and holidays abroad
Limited choice is the name of the game;
caravan breaks or stay at hame
June was good, July was lost to the pitter patter of rain,
ruining the fun for families with weary weans
August was windy, with a few good days,
allowing the farmers to make some hay;
For the kids back at school, looking out at the sun,
I have to confess it can’y be much fun
The teachers are frazzled after such a duff summer;
by the look on their faces, they’re all feeling scunnered
Who stole our summer, and made it rain for thirty one days?
Did the fairies get angry and make the sun go away?
Or was it the sadness that Mother Earth feels,
making her cry from the heavenly realms?
The rain and the wind have both contributed
to the conclusion that the summer merely evaporated
The sun is still shining behind the clouds;
maybe he’ll hear us if we just shout out loud,
and ask him to extend the season of summer
Maybe the teachers will look less scunnered
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