Bye.

Weather unseasonable.
Living here that’s mentally conceivable.
Not a good part of this planet to live.
Doesn't have much of the suns heat healing to give.
Why oh why was i bloody born here.
Always bad talk about the weather i hear.
Bloody winter most of the time.
Leaves that bitter taste in my mouth of lemon and lime.
Have to fly to warmer fields.
To southern Europe is where the suns heat yields.
North west Europe so cold damp and grey.
It is a place where you can never make bloody hay.
That’s it, to you no more i will moan.
Got to book a sunny vacation on my mobile phone.
Mummy Mummy what is that yellow ball in the sky.
That’s the sun son, but within a few moments that yellow ball passed quickly by.
Bye.