Poludnica is a Polish personification of sunstroke.
It’s a beautiful day
Come and talk to me
In the sunshine
Don’t you just love the sunshine?
Don’t you just love
Talking to a pretty girl in the sunshine?
So talk to me
What crops are you growing?
Tell me about all the crops you are growing.
Barley and wheat, surely there’s more than that!
Tell me more
Tell me how you sow the seeds
Tell me how you scare the birds
Tell me how you tend the crops
Tell me in the sunshine
Tell the pretty girl in the sunshine
Don’t mind the heat
The pounding in your head
The drying of your mouth.
Stay here, in the beautiful sunshine
And talk to a beautiful girl
A beautiful girl with a scythe
Yes, I too have a harvest to gather
But that’s nothing to worry about
All you need to worry about
Is talking to a pretty girl in the sunshine
You do like talking to pretty girls in the sunshine
In the heat of the day
In the noon of the day
Until at last you find that you haven’t got anything else to say
And then
I’ll gather you in.
Tom Juniper Poetry 