In the blink of an eye
Spring was gone
Hailstones falling
One after one
Rattling on windows
Bouncing underfoot
Why won't the infernal weather
Just stay jolly well put
I was only lamenting last week
A mild lull had taken us by surprise
Nearly everyone donning silly tee shirts
Now, was that really wise
Cos those icy bullets won't give up
And tomorrow is forecast inches of snow
Where is the sun when you need it
Why won't it come out on show
Please don't call me on Sunday
I shall be having a day of rest
Hiding inside for twenty four hours
Can't put on my Sunday best
Cos that cold, cold wind will be sweeping
Makes you shudder and blows your hair askew
I will be staying in bed until it's blown over
Well.......how about you?