Britain’s terrible Summer

There is no denying
The crows are crying
The trees are rocking
It is, its shocking
The plants are shaking
Some are breaking
The piss they’re taking
The chem Trails raking
Across the blue skies
with aluminium
chemical cocktails
and what is in them
There is no denying
The crows are crying
I’m not applying
And I’m not lying
Chem trails are up there
They are up their flying
The Government know this
And are not complying

The heating’s back on
The wind is cutting
The windows open
The doors keep shutting
Its boots and fleeces
and bits and pieces
scarves and shivers
and upset livers
The sun has hopped it
The clouds have stopped it
Chem trails have topped it
From where I sit

There’s no denying
I hear them sighing
Are they still buying
Into corporate lying
Global warming
rain clouds forming
They are up there messing
And sort of dressing
its all depressing
But no one’s confessing
Conspiracy theories
are really stressing

There is no denying
The crows are crying
The Governments lying
The planes are flying
its very shocking
my knees are knocking
The trees are rocking
My porch is shaking
The fence is breaking
And its Summer
What a bummer!