Show Fever

(with apologies to the Poet Laureate and good resolutions for the Show Holiday)

I must go down to the Show again, to the
crowded Show and the din;
And all I ask is a big bag to put the
samples in,
And a good seat in the great stand to
watch the horses jumping,
And the side shows and the fat pigs and
the windmills pumping.

I must go down to the Show again, for
the call of the blood stock here
Is a loud call and an old call that stirs me
once a year;
And all I ask is a sunny day and the
proud cocks crowing,
And the stud sheep and the sleek kine
and a prize bull lowing.

I must go down to the Show again for a
bit of city life,
To meet Jim and to meet Joe and Bill and
his buxom wife;
And all I ask is a bit of a yarn of crops
and grass and clover;
Then the tough toil and the good earth
when the year’s spree’s over.