The fire is lit

And the wood was cut

Six and a half tons of rubble

Were dug into the truck

The sun was risen

And the garden glistened

Even the eleves were jealous

Of the jollity.

At lunch all the birds

Gathered round the half finished house

And gave the performance of liove choir;

The next door neighbours joked

And the rose was pruned,

Lupoins were let into the new bed

Daffodils in high season

It is Friday the thirteenth 

On this good Friday:

Remembered less by prayers 

Than hot cross chocolate and buns.

Kent on a sunny day is better than any day.