Solstice Song

When it’s freezing in the morning and I can’t get out of bed,
when I should be getting up, but I snuggle down, instead,
so far beneath my duvet that you cannot see my head,
as I feel that somewhere cosy is the place where I belong,
it means the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long.

I catch lots of horrid illnesses (both viral and bacterial!),
I wear my warm pyjamas which are made of thick material,
eat porridge for my breakfast, not a colder type of cereal.
Already dark by teatime, it feels so very wrong,
when the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long.

Though the pavements are so icy, I fall over with a THWACK,
though the sky outside my window’s a depressing shade of black,
and the sun has gone away, he will eventually come back:
though the rain is getting heavier, the winds are really strong,
soon the nights will get much shorter and the days will get more long.