These past few, horrifically english, months ( weather wise) have inspired some new words to an old tune.

The Slightly Livid Dill

Oh the summer time is coming And the beer is sweetly brewing And the slightly livid dill Will not grow in soggy weather Will ye grow leggy, grow?

Chorus And we all will go together To tease the slightly livid dill All about the awful weather Will ye grow leggy, grow?

I would build my dill some drainage From yon bed unto the sewer And upon it I would pile Every cat turd I could skewer Will ye grow leggy, grow?

Chorus

If my Dill it was not there Well I would not plant another For it is more than I could bare to have to start the whole thing over Will ye grow leggy, grow?

Chorus

I thank you for your indulgence. TTFN M'Lady P.