Now that the hols are all over,
And summer begins to retreat,
The school bells will ring playtime’s over,
And dark nights appear on the street.
It’s away with the cases and costumes,
The sun does a vanishing act.
Out come the woollies and raincoats,
The autumn is cold, that’s a fact.
Then comes the winter and snowfall,
I’m freezing already you see.
I wish I’d been born in the tropics,
Or maybe a coconut tree.
So when white replaces the sun tan,
And you look like a zombie on ice,
Depart with all haste to a warm sunny place,
The most logical piece of advice.
D G Dickenson,