SHORT DAYS, DARK NIGHTS

Early one morning
Just as the sun was rising
I pulled into the farm gate
And whipped my camera out.

Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor Blipper so?

Thus sang the poor Blipper,
Her sorrows bewailing
The changing of the clocks therefore,
Blipless she may be.

Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor Blipper so?

Apologies to Unknown