He wore an umbrella and a walking stick,
As he rained snow balls upon the ground.
Time to chasten the vocal few around when
He speaks in code and gives money away.
Do not question, a drone may come your way.

The days are approaching as the clouds grow dark.
The sun has moved its orbit to coincide
With the machinations of a history buff.
Seems its worth repeating as it often does;
The cows in the meadow will have their day.