Where are the boughs where tweeted claret swallows?
The Sun is beamy but the day ain't bright.
Where are the days of rillettes and lush meadows?

Where is Big Tim who worked on the fallows?
His hut is no more on the hummock's height.
Where are the boughs where tweeted claret swallows?

Why torrid is the evening breeze that blows?
Where is its coolness that brought me delight?
Where are the days of rillettes and lush meadows?

The Longspurs don't glide o'er the Apple rows,
On leas there are no cows or goats in sight.
Where are the boughs where tweeted claret swallows?

About a playground, not a child here knows,
Spring is no more the time for flying kite.
Where are the days of rillettes and lush meadows?

The sky has air, yet only smog it blows,
My town is full, no fullness but it shows.
Where are the boughs where tweeted claret swallows?
Where are the days of rillettes and lush meadows?