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Though April showers

May come your way,

They bring the flowers

That bloom in May;

And if it’s raining,

Have no regrets;

Because, it isn’t raining rain, you know,

It’s raining Violet … Crumbles.

And when you see clouds

Upon the hill,

You soon will see crowds

Of Ryobi drills;

So keep on looking for that bluebird,

That tweets the Twitter song,

Whenever April showers come along.

With apologies to Al Jolson.

Today’s column must start with the oft-repeated cri de coeur ”is nothing sacred?”

The Canberra Times, 1 May 2013. Read more: Is nothing sacred?