[Brian Allgar]

Red sky at night, shepherd's delight
Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning

It was a fine midsummer night ;
The sheep were all abed.
The shepherd carolled with delight
To see the sky so red.

The promise of a lovely day:
What more could one desire?
But then he realized with dismay
The farmyard was on fire.

The hellish blaze, with reek and crash,
Continued unabated.
The buildings were reduced to ash,
The sheep incinerated.

At dawn, the flames were unassuaged;
The sky was red that morning.
The shepherd shook his fist, and raged:
"Thanks for the bloody warning!"