Well, what a lovely day, today is,
and it’s the only today that we’ve got,
it owns a bucket full of weather,
which is really rather a lot.
I’m out now in the rain,
and the wind, and the damp, and the cold,
it’s a bit of a joke, the weather,
one that’s never growing old.
There’s fog and mist and mizzle,
all for a soul to endure;
and, betwixt the frost and drizzle,
there’s another bucket more.