'It's Hap!' chorus Coo and FT.
'It surely is, m'lovelies! Now, let's get some cider inside yer insides!' (;>)
[Just a flying visit tonight; comments soon!]
Drinking Song'Tis Autumn and the leaves are turned,
and fallin' red and yellow,
the wheat is picked, the fields all burned,
let's drink and feel well mellow!
Wassail, we sang to the grand King Tree,
and all his court and county,
and hark, the boughs swingin' low with glee,
full blessed with apple bounty!
The Winter orchard were asleep,
we woke it with our stickin',
our weavin' round, a skip, a leap,
set Nature's clock to tickin'!
Time came to rouse all orchard souls
from Snowshill far as Stroud, see,
with howlin' pans o'er fields and knolls,
and rifle firin' loudly!
We hung a ball of fat, a treat,
for orchard's guard, red Robin,
then cidered toast, 'twas sour and sweet,
set fruit-tree sap to throbbin'!
Some cider next, we took and poured
'round King Tree's roots and trunkwoods,
to tempt him to provide a hoard
for brews to make us drunkards!
And last, we raised a glass to say,
our hopes for this year's Autumn,
fruit hangs from every branch today,
'tis red and green and all firm!
Poetry by Coo & Co
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Written on 2015-11-30 at 23:39
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