Sunday, 29 April 2012

Blog from the Microscopic Log

Blog from the Log. Molly The Wally.

The British Summer is officially a wash-out it is reported.

From drought to deluge, drip, drip, drop little April showers. Guess what it’s raining again and the weather is not going to get any better in the foreseeable future.  

Ducks or drakes their wings do flutter high
Or tender colts upon their backs do lie,
If sheep do bleat, or play, or skip about,
Or swine hide straw by bearing on their snout,
If oxen lick themselves against the hair,
Or grazing kine to feed apace appear,
If cattle bellow, grazine from below,
Or if dogs entrails rumble to and fro,
If doves or pigeons in the evening come
Later than usual to their dove-house home,
If crows and daws do oft themselves be-wet,
Or ants and pismires home a-pace do get,
If in the dust hens do their pinions shake,
Or by their flocking a great number make,
If swallows fly upon the water low,
Or wood-lice seem in armies for to go,
If flies or gnats, or fleas infest and bite,
Or sting more than they're wont by day or night,
If toads hop home, or frogs do croak a main,
Or peacocks cry soon after look for rain!

There's a technical term for a sunny, warm day which follows two rainy days.  It's called Monday.

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