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In the early morning rain,
With my lunchbag in my mitt,
With an aching in my joints,
My shoes full of muddy grit.
No further now is there to go,
For my workplace I have reached,
In the early morning rain,
With the front-door lock unbreached...
See the falling rain all 'round,
See the silver clouds on high,
Some time soon I shall get warm,
When someone else to work arrives...
With my lunchbag in my mitt,
With an aching in my joints,
My shoes full of muddy grit.
No further now is there to go,
For my workplace I have reached,
In the early morning rain,
With the front-door lock unbreached...
See the falling rain all 'round,
See the silver clouds on high,
Some time soon I shall get warm,
When someone else to work arrives...
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I remember spending what seemed like an entire term learning a dreadful, interminable song called 'Sunny Summer Sunday' for our school choir, but for the life of me I have no memory of ever performing it. Thankfully, I've never encountered the song since - in any shape or form. Makes me wonder if one of our teachers wrote it, then got cold feet as the public debut approached & withdrew it. A belated attack of good taste & public decency, say I.