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?