Sports Day
And not a race run
Rain falling
No 'currant bun';
Sports Day
Quagmires and puddles
What a wash out
No hugs and cuddles;
Sports Day
No sign of the sun
Rain falling
Not a race begun;
Sports Day
It's been a miss
Nothing to remember
No winner's kiss;
Sports Day
But we've had no fun
Rain falling
No starter's gun;
Sports Day
But we are indoors
Wet socks and feet
For some wet paws;
Sports Day
But nothing done
Rain falling
No sign of the sun;
Sports Day
Gloomy and wet
No medals or trophies
No wiining bet;
Sports Day
No races won
Rain falling
Blotting out the sun;
Sports Day
Brought cold and cough
Rain keeps falling
Let's call it off.
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