Haydn. Piano sonata in E-flat major, 1790.    Dedication to "Frau von Genzinger." Part 2. Adagio. I like sometimes to take a walk On sunny summer days Through meadows where the flowers bloom And sheep may safely graze. Just yesterday I took a walk, It was a sunny day. The flowers bloomed on meadow greens And sheep grazed far away. But then the sky went blue and black! What lightning! and again! I ran and ran and... I came home, away from the pouring rain. The thunderstorm! The blaze! The boom! The air was thick with rain! But very soon it went away And... I am home again! A few days ago, I took a long walk On sunny and summery day. The flowers were blooming, the meadow was green And... cowbells were tinkling far away. Remember, friends, the day I took that walk? It was indeed a warm and sunny day. The bloom of flowers was thick in the fresh air And you could hear the cows moo far away. I walked, and walked, and walked, but there came from the sky... That thunderstorm, and wind, and pouring rain! The clouds were black with rage, and I ran and ran and ran! And then... I found myself at home again! It was warm and sunny at first, but... all of a sudden... It just poured and poured! and the lightning struck!... and again! The grass was wet as I ran home, trying as hard as I could To escape from the terrible, pounding rain. I really-really like to take a walk On sunny summer days Through meadow greens where flowers bloom And sheep may safely graze. I should like-like-like-like-like indeed to take-take-take-take-take A walk-walk-walk on sunny-sunny days. I admire the green-green-greens, where the flowers bloom-bloom-bloom, And sheep (and cows!..) may safely-safely graze. But -- the rain is always near, oh the danger, oh the fright! How the sky gets dark, how threatening the blaze! How the thunder rolls around, how the rain is pouring down! How we yearn for the return of sunny days! Hear the thunderstorm and shudder, what a terror, what a thrill! All the sky-sky-sky is darkened by the rain! From the downpour I must flee, or I'd be soaked to the skin, So I run-run-run and... suddenly... find myself at home again!.. ...Mes dames et monsieurs, allow me to mention my inclination to undertake promenades During diurnal hours divinely illuminated by the sun's bright rays. Our serene countryside offers magnificent views of green pastures resplendent with blooming flowers... Where cows and sheep may safely-safely-safely-safely graze! Oh, how I jolly-jolly-like to take a jolly-jolly walk Through the lawns (oh-how-sunny!) and meadows (oh-how-green!) in this gorgeous month... of April! (aha! tricked you there!) Where the cows all go -- moo! moo! -- and the... pigs?! they go -- oink! oink! (-- what a surprise! pigs!...) But it's nice To... sit at home! On a... rainy day! ...In spring!.. I sit... at home... (I bet you thought it was summer!..) At Home.

Notes Recite this poem rhythmically and try to speed up the longer lines and slow down the shorter ones, so that each line takes approximately equal time. Start slowly -- Adagio -- and speak with a proper British accent. :) "Sheep may safely graze" is supposedly the title of a Bach cantata movement.