Brenda Bryant
SKYWATCH
First light of dawn; what sort of day?
Will we feel glad tonight?
Here comes the next act of the play
We hope it all comes right.
When I was young 'red sky at morning'
(A phrase I can't forget)
Sent to us an awful warning!
The day would turn out wet.
The dove-grey clouds presage the rain
Each flower lifts up its head
Rain will refresh them once again,
So welcome the morning red!
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AGAIN!
NEVER WANTED TO!
To the tune of 'Falling in Love Again'
(To be sung with a German accent!)
Washing the floors again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Windows unt doors again, till they look like new.
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Cobwebs unt mildew keep coming! What a shame!
And, if they linger, I'm really not to blame.
Washing the floors again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Scouring the pans again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Cleaning the cans again! Rubbish stuck like glue!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Gravy unt custard keep clinging for dear life!
Though I attack them with wire-wool unt a knife!
Scouring the pans again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Washing the socks again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Pajamas unt frocks again, till they look like new!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
Undies unt shirt tails, a never-ending flow!
Stains by the dozen, above and down below!
Washing the socks again, never wanted to!
What am I to do? I can't help it!
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