Storms Z

 

You could be Zeta, or Zola or Zoe

You could be Zena or Zela or Zebe

Zobe or Zib, Zacharia or Zak

You could fell mountains

Like a lumber Jack

But unless you're a storm Z

It won't be no good

To be turning your cartwheels 

In my neighbourhood

 

If you're an Andrew and Angie or Ann

Then you may turn over my light caravan

If you're an Andy an Ant or an Ama

Then you may blow me over like a Hephaestion hammer

Just don't be a Billy a Bob or a Bobe

For if you are either

You'll run right round the globe

And Peter yourself out with Patrick and Petty

And Potter with Harry or Hurley or Henry

And Hurricanes Hurry down a Stormy Alley

For these are encyclopaedias of Cyclone Sally

Chopper and Chaucer, Chav and Chives

Storm Eunice and Eunuch and Eustice and St Ives

Iva and Ivory, Ivy thorn and India

Elephant and Elbow and Elvin and Elver

Eels and Wheels and Well spring and Wheller

And Fatso, and Fortune and Fun times and Fella

Berty borrowed Barry

And Ben stole Steve and Stephanie with Kelly

And Casandra with Eve

Queenie over Quebec

Farmer Giles and Jeeves

Lupin and Lola and lilliput and leaves

And all of them Storm names or so I believe

But it doesn't matter anyway

As long as your house is not cleaved