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We had a little ice age Some generations back Harvests didn’t happen And people died of lack Trees grew very slowly Those that didn’t die Things like acorn porridge Kept some folk alive Others learned to reap the tide And seagulls learned to hide Several lifetimes later Some goodness came from this Those trees that made it Through those years Met Stradavarius And the density of struggle Echoed through a violin There's a lesson in there somewhere Let the symphony Begin