What Makes Me Happy
The sun has gone for his holidays
We don’t know when he’ll be back.
He gone to Australia for a rest
But we can’t wait for him to come back.
We miss him when he is away
He never sends a postcard.
I suppose he might find writing it
A teensy weensy bit hard.
He is baking the Australians
And the Indians too.
I know that cos I just spoke to one
He was very polite to me too.
He told me it is 35 degrees
And he is getting a bit hot
I told him to send it back to us
Because we definitely are not.
He laughed as he gave me the codes
To fix my remote control
He wished me all I wished myself
I thanked him, and said that was my goal.
Now as we get nearer to the solstice
The sun I have to tell
You will be making your way back soon
And on that I am going to dwell.
It makes me happy to know,
You will have to start your return
I can’t wait for the solstice on the 22nd to pass
For this I am longing and I yearn.
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