With Apologies...

The Gorse Fox came down to make hi morning cup of tea and as he opened the curtails the sun exploded across the South Coast having hauled itself over the horizon in an autumnal, lazy manner. The words

"... on the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China Brighton 'crost the Bay!"

rattled through his mind and he thought of the enjoyable times he spent at "O-level" studying Kipling. Then the moment passed and he realised how lucky he was and that kids today have probably never Kippled.