Sun is shining, all is well
Lovely summer they foretell
Found winter clothes so restraining
All is well, sun is shining.
Fields of rapeseed, like molten gold
Enjoyed by children freedom untold
Run in the shade amongst the sheaths
Like molten gold, fields of rapeseeds
Let's have a picnic, we're hungry
So much running will get sticky
Dressed in shorts looking oh so chic
We're hungry, let's have a picnic
Pies and sandwiches, lemonade too
Will be too full to run and jump, so
will rest my head, so full with such riches
Lemonade, pies and sandwiches.
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21 March 2014
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