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Sun Like It Cold

The Sun has got no spots on,
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo,
The Sun is wholly spotless,
And the world is turning blue.
Now we'll all be frozen,
Sniff-sniff-sniff-achoo,
The Sun has knocked its spots off,
And we're bound to catch the flu.

Yes it's lost its acne,
What on Earth to do?
It's also very quiet –
Why, we've not a clue:
The Sun has shut its trap up,
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo,
I think we'd better wrap up
And prepare for frostbite too.

All the little streams go shiver,
Icing up the local river,
All the little knees can feel the freeze
Chilling in the sun all day.

All the crops are blighted,
All the people are affrighted,
Nowhere left to run for anyone
Underneath the sun today.

The Sun has got no spots on,
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo,
The Sun is wholly spotless,
And the world is turning blue
Now we'll all be frozen,
Brrr-rrr-rrr-rrr-brrr -
The Sun has knocked its spots off,
And we'll all die, that's for sure.

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Sun Like It Cold

Climatologists have spotted (pun intended) that there are no sun-spots on the Sun, and are worried.

with apologies to Ralph Butler and Noel Gay


29 April 2009

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