Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
Desirable as jammy-dodgers
And tasty as crisp crackling pork
Everyone – young to old codgers...
When I remember boyhood dreams I’m sad
That all I would accomplish was not done.
‘Not all’? I might more truthfully say...
