Things keep popping in on us,
That we never experienced before,
At least no rude traveling salesman,
Knocking with a smile at our door.

Still, they seem to be in our business,
Whether we are in business or not.
It seems a bit insidious, doesnŐt it?
Trying to take my hard earned plot.

Just a nosy drone delivering packages,
Looking through our windowpane,
Checking to see if we are home or not,
Also, filming our moves for their gain.

Strange birds have flown our way.
Are they lost or just canŐt find the day?
WhatŐs making them make the change?
Are their lives also being rearranged?

Nothing weirder than the weather,
Day in blizzard, and then, in heather.
So, if youŐre going to Scarborough Fair,
Be prepared to be flooded while there.