Isn’t it ironic ?

Isn’t it ironic as I sit in the open air
Birds are flying happily with not a trouble or a care
It is such a sensational day with it’s beautiful blue canvas in the sky
Oh if only we wern’t in isolation we would have a barbecue I sigh
I feel mixed emotions as I look around at Mother nature
She seems to be in surpremacy with her Springtime protraiture

Now this is all very well I say to our great Dame Mother but these days of uncertainty are awful and not like any other
So yes we can see your beauty and hear yon gentle breeze that you are blowing
but we are stuck in isolation with absolutely no toing or froing
Bittersweet memories are coming back to me as I reminisce from our last springtime get-to-gethers with all my family

Oh what joy we had last early April in our garden having a blast
sizzling sausages on our barbecue and music playing it went so fast
Well isn’t it just as well I have our marvellous memories coz with this infection circulating the only parties we will be having is in my reveries
Dreaming of us all sat out in the evening sun, laughing and a’joking with my little lot having such good fun