Mine is usually
It was a fine October morning
In April, last July
The sun lay thick upon the ground
The snow shone in the sky
The flowers were sweetly singing
The birds were in full bloom
While I went down to the cellar
To sweep the upstairs room.
It was a Monday morning
On Tuesday, late at night
I saw ten thousand miles away
A house just out of sight
The doors projected backwards
The front was at the back
It stood alone between two more
And it was whitewashed black.
If not that - then The Owl and the Pussycat. Yes I know - get a life!!