Have you ever smelled the air
Of a Mayday morn
Enriched by the morning dew?
Seen the crisp white bowers
Of hawthorn flowers
Enhanced by a sky of blue? Have you ever strolled through
A buttercup-ed mead
With the smell of the river nearby?
Watched the fowls and their breed
Learn to swim and to feed
And heard the "chook" of the moor hen's cry? Have you heard the hedges