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When the weather's too fine we whine When the weather's bad we're mad When is too dry we cry When is too wet we fret In the hail we wall If it changes we complain If it doesn't we go insane We don't like a lightning strike Hearing thunder make us wonder what we've done In the sleet we crave some heat and when it cools down we frown When it heats up we've had enough In the fog we curl up with the dog When it's too breezy we're sneezy Come the frost we're lost When there's ice it's not nice and in the snow we don't go anywhere
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
The Epic British Weather Whinge
When the weather's too fine we whine When the weather's bad we're mad When is too dry we cry When is too wet we fret In the hail we wall If it changes we complain If it doesn't we go insane We don't like a lightning strike Hearing thunder make us wonder what we've done In the sleet we crave some heat and when it cools down we frown When it heats up we've had enough In the fog we curl up with the dog When it's too breezy we're sneezy Come the frost we're lost When there's ice it's not nice and in the snow we don't go anywhere
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
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