There once was a scarecrow named KevinWho never tried swearin' and 'eff-in'...When annoyed by the birdsHe, alas, had no wordsAnd no mouth ... and no lungs to put bref in!
He ached to shout sounds that
the duck will cluckthe chick will quackNoah will wear a plastic macNoah will build a plastic arkthe dogs will mew and the cats will barkbut sailing through the pouring darkhope will keep us dry
hope will
after a year - she returnedand the kettle sangand the log fire burned,and all was exactly the same.
at last, oh at last, she was backand the crickets sangand the dear old shackglowed in the evening light.
Snow from the East.Snow from the West,Snow to tease and try and test,Snow above and snow below,Snow to chill and beat and blow,Snow behind and snow before,Snow to seep through every door.Snow to put our life
At the Ceilidh, skipping gaily,Shedding stick and shawl,Young folk prancing, old folk dancing..Up toes all!
Reeling, wheeling, laughing, squealing..Dancers big and smallWhirling, swirling, curling, skirling,
