The weather forecast is our Bible now
To wise advice, forbidden acts, we bow
Always wear a hat upon your feet
Keep mum quiet,make sure to be discreet
Check to see what sun and wind allow
On the summer wind, the moths may flow
Till pulled to flowers by scent and honey glow
Where they linger in this Hebraic heat
[Says the weather forecast]
To your pessimistic self ,say No
For this heat makes calculation slow
Let the furrows in all brows unpleat
Muse upon the News detached at least
From the Weather Forecast
How my heart sings 