December 10, 2012

Fair Weather Friend



All things I gave you faithful fan
And set for you a wholly caravan
But you became a stingy lad
Who never wanted to say he had

You were an open healthy boy
And everyone had for you a charming joy
But when they approached you in need
You left them in the lurch indeed

When we have a day no rain
You will suffer as a lonely crane
As you made your friends lament in agony
And faced them with piles of mystery