See the New Moon’s darkened skies its inclined crescent hold,
Leant forward in the pale sunset, as custom was of old.
To pour away the last month's cares and all in life untrue.
And cleanse our minds and right our deeds and start the days anew.
But in amongst Spring’s pale green leaves Crab Apple’s blossom show.
So give a care for what we lose and what we must let go.
As in our mind resentments surge that don’t deserve their weight.
Do not confuse what we needs lose with fancies we create.
Hoo doo, Throstle, owz't ga'an?
Yous sings gey smart. Ga’an, sing us yan.
Carolling cadences so spectacular,
Hard to define in the vernacular.
Sing out loud when storms are brewing,
Cleave the wind with arpeggic hewing.
Sing each phrase in full fortissimo,
Let others take the pianissimo.
Sing a phrase and then repeat.
Add some notes till it’s replete.
Sing it all again with feeling,
First, the refrain and then freewheeling.
Sweet Tête-à-tête, stand tall in this harsh clime.
Blossom through the worst that is our springtime.
Slim, chaste and demure as only you can be,
Did you ever think that you would be set free?
In your pot, you sat upon the window cill,
Of warmth and water always had your fill,
Here, rain, wind and snow are who the piper pays.
Do you ever hanker after the good old days?
Hold on a minute, wait a sec, Is it Tuesday? Tuesday. Check! We need some eggs and milk and flour, We’ll have pancakes in half an hour. A recipe is what we need, Come on Google, yes indeed. Find one suitable for me, Look, there’s one on the BBC. Mix it pour it in the pan. Can I flip it? Yes, I can! Lemon juice and honey spread, Sugar crunch, maybe, instead. They were there, right on the plate, If you’d like a taste, well, you’re too late.