In the morning at half past five?
Did you hear wasps a-flying,
As they came, one by one, from their hive?
Did you hear ducks a-quacking,
That one more duckling is born?
Did you hear choral backing,
That sang of a warm festive morn?
And yet, the BBC portray
The “hottest evah” seventh of May.
Did you meet people walking,
In the sunshine along the canal?
Did you meet for some talking,
As their dog did something banal?
Did you see girls parading,
In dresses skimpy and tight?
Did you see boys abrading
Their trousers at such a sight?
And yet, the BBC do tell,
That cold is heaven, warm is hell.
Did you feel quietly happy,
As you soaked in the warmth of the day?
Was your step a tad snappy
As you walked on your homeward way?
Sod the BBC! This I’ll say:
It’s been a beautiful seventh of May.