A Very British Summer
This year we grieve for the sunshine of old
Instead we're given a pouring with a rainbow
Still we raise our eyes, carefully treading through puddles and mould
Remembering our picnic and how that summer song used to go
Dam this island so far up north
It's not for folk who enjoy the outdoors - and then some
But the people who take what we are given from birth
And dig deep inside to find merriment in the Her Majesty's United Kindom
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