The Day After Yesterday

They’ve cancelled the train and the replacement bus The ferries aren’t running, you can’t get to us The army patrols are inspecting each street And handing out rations so we can all eat And shoppers are buying canned foods in their droves They’re bulk buying logs for their wood burning stoves The streets have been gritted so folk turning blue Can get safely home long before the curfew There should have been warning, we should have been told Survival might mean we’ll be eating the old The news just said chilly, how were we to know The south would wake up to a half inch of snow