I might take my May Day in June
But what shall I do
When I feel a bit blue
And my whistle's all out of tune?
I worry that August will fall
On a day that's no good at all.
When the world is at rest
And I'm still in me vest
Do I really have to play ball?
It's been a funny old year,
Someone's muddled up all the cheer.
Was Easter a joke?
Who was that bloke?
Was that Santa I saw with a deer?
The calendar's gone all wrong,
Perhaps it will fix with a song?
So let's sing out loud,
Be jolly and proud
Then maybe next year won't be long!
Craft ways make blue days.