Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? br I think I'd better not because you'll say br 'You silly cow, you know I hate the heat. br It makes me cross and grumpy, and I'll beat br br The living daylights out of those who sigh br And dream beneath a cloudless summer sky.' br How sad for you, the Aussie eye of heaven br Shines hot and hellish from around eleven. br br By three o-clock you're panting in the heat. br This blood summer really has you beat. br Oh what the heck, no matter what you say. br Let's have a drink and celebrate YOUR day. br br So long as you can breathe and I can see. br So long we'll share this muse called poetry.