The Clouds

Oh ! Clouds up there on high
Why do you always cry
Why do you weep all summer long
Till winter’s almost nigh

You blot out all the sunshine
Till we forget the sky is blue
And waterlog our lovely parks
All this is down to you

Some say that there’s a positive
You make the crops grow too
But you leave the farmers little time
When the harvest’s due

Some say you make the gardens grow
Make flowers grow from seeds
But most of gardner’s time is spent
Pulling up your weeds

Now if we lived in Africa
The sky is always blue
The sun shines all day from dawn till dusk
And not a cloud in view

The ground is scorched, dry as a bone
The crops are dried up too
I think I’ll take back what I said
We need a friend like you..