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John

The autumn grass was always jewelled at my school. My brow furrows when I think back to some of the other lyrics though: "Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled"? Why did I never question that at the time? Peculiar song.

There's a climatological explanation for the petite conkers, but that might be a whole other blog post.

Ms_well.words

@ John: I wholeheartedly agree. I hadn't heard this 'hymn' until yesterday, and that line stuck out like a knobbly carrot in a basket of fruit. At the risk of sounding like a grumpy old woman, I've written to my son's head teacher to complain.
@knitwit: nice blog, though I know nothing about knitting. You might like this: http://claireannals.wordpress.com/

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