Sunshine on my shoulder, raindrops on my nose
doesn’t matter where you live that’s how the weather goes.
One day we bask in sunshine, the next is driving rain;
this weather, I can tell you, could drive a bloke insane!
Luckily, I live in there – insanity I mean,
So the weather cannot drive me to a place I’ve always been.
So I’ll bask in the sunshine through rain and drifting snow!
I know this poem’s silly, but I thought you’d like to know.