the Curdle Fair
Here's a something I wrote because I wanted to, and maybe a bit of a late
anniversary present for SWooP -- not her style of words, I don't think, but she'll
appreciate the references.
Fair Song
At the Curdle Fair, at the Curdle Fair,
You'll have grand fun
Beyond compare.
There's candy floss and suchlike fare,
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
Paul hoped, that chicken-poxy spring,
He'd be well by the First of May
That most exciting special day,
With fortune tellers and coconut shies
The knife toss and the swings
And stalls that sell most everything
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
At the Curdle Fair, at the Curdle Fair,
You'll have grand fun
Beyond compare.
On the roundabout, you can ride a bear!
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
Pretty Molly awaited April's end
Wondering if young Ben would come
With crinkly grin and gypsy charm
Last fair they'd had a splendid time
He'd asked "Can you be true?" (she thought).
She wore the shiny brooch he'd bought
And hoped that she'd see him again
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
At the Curdle Fair, at the Curdle Fair,
You'll have grand fun
Beyond compare.
There's a smiling lad, with curly hair,
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
Ben raced through setting up the rides
He'd not forget her, no fear!
He'd thought of nothing else all year
Could she be happy in a caravan?
Today if he could, he would find her
Today, with a kiss, he'd remind her
And from today, she'd travel by his side
With the Curdle Fair each May Day.
At the Curdle Fair, at the Curdle Fair,
You'll have grand fun
Beyond compare.
And you may meet your true love there,
At the Curdle Fair on May Day.
Posted by dichroic at June 24, 2002 04:59 PM