As I ran this morning this popped into my head ( sung to the tune of Mary, Mary Quite Contrary. And although many of you know me as Razouski, my name in the real world is Gill - short for Gillian)
Gilly, Gilly, run so hilly,
How does the woodland grow?
With bramble spikes and nettles high,
And beads of sweat all in a row.
It made me smile as I managed 6km in the emerging heat first thing this morning.