May Day, May Day, it’s here at last,
Like fresh cut flowers in a crystal vase.
The sweetest notes of nature’s music,
You cannot deny it or even choose it.
A clear open sky and the sea looks warmer,
Even Ste Corcoran looks a bit taller.
The fish are jumping and the spawns are hatching,
There’s a bug flying round, it’s there for the catching.
Is this the start of something new,
Planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do.
Lovely day, but really firstname.lastname@example.org