Summertime (hayfever poem/Ella Fitzgerald)

 

I’m so sick of this hayfever, aren’t you?  It’s grass pollen at the moment and that seems to be what I’m allergic to.  Anyway, you know that gorgeous song, Summertime?  No, not the Will Smith single 😉  I’m thinking of Gershwin’s aria (I only just found out it’s technically an aria; I just knew it as that song Ella Fitzgerald sang). 

Well, I’ve changed the lyrics to make my hayfever poem, which is below.  It helps if you know the tune already, as I was singing the melody in my head when I changed the words around.  Below that are the original lyrics and below that is, hopefully, a youtube audio of the song aria being sung.

SUMMERTIME (a hayfever poem)

Summertime,
And the livin’ is sneezy
Nose is runnin’
And the pollen is high

Oh, your eyes start to itch
And your tear-ducts are fillin’
It’s okay baby
Let them tears roll by

One of these mornings
Your eyes will stop stinging
And when the birds sing..
You no longer yell, “DIE!”

But until that morning
Now, I don’t mean to alarm you
You’re stuck indoors, where you’re likely to fry

Summertime,
And the livin’ is sneezy
Nose is runnin’
And the pollen is high

Hayfever’s a bitch
And your face is a-puffin’
STEP AWAY from that daisy
‘Til your nose is dry

SUMMERTIME (real lyrics)

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Oh, Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky

But until that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

A classic rendition (not the one I wanted, but still pretty good):

A more modern version – Leona on X-Factor: