By Ponso Pondhopper So many people all around, running here and running there Lighting fireworks, red, blue green; chasing letters through the square Rushing off on errands long, fetching hammers shields and ale; Racing ponies round the track, wond'ring if they'll win or fail. So much madness everywhere, but not for me, not today I took myself down to the mill to watch the water slip away. I lit a pipe of gamwich braid and blew out rings that gaily twirled And thought myself the luckiest chap to spend my life in such a world! A picnic basket full of goodies; hams and cheese, and crusty bread Mushroom pies, boiled eggs and biscuits, buttered scones with honey spread. For when your life is getting busy and you find you need a rest A river-bank's the place to head to and by a water-mill's the best. The creak of the wheel that gently spins; the running water, thrush's song, All these sounds assailed my ears as I just sat there, all day long. I watched the sun traverse the sky, saw the clouds scud overhead And when at last the sky turned pink I packed my things and went to bed. So when your life is getting busy, or you're feeling in a tiz. When you have enough of errands, chasing letters, fireworks' fizz; Make yourself a picnic basket, full of lovely things to eat. Get yourself down to the river and give yourself a day-long treat! |
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