It was a day when all was sunburning stark and bright

And we dressed quickly because it were cold

Eager to assail the outside

With scarves gloves coats and hats

To run across fields

To make our marks

To make men with twigs and carrots and coal

Buttons eyes ears mouth and nose

And we slide down untrammelled virgin hills

Untouched by the hand of man or paw of dog

Roaring screaming snorting

Until it all becomes too much

And the few become the many

Where kids would dance and dogs did bark

Rolling and tumbling down the hill

As word got about

And folk woke and wanted air as cold as brass

To fill their lungs

And let the blood course around

Hands red raw corpuscles to the fore

But nobody cared cause it were fun