"It's not too late to start now," said Jon Blower with dismay,
"We still can map the afternoon and mark it as a day."
But still the rain is falling, and a voice within my head
Is telling me a better plan's to doss and stay in bed.
Though twenty-eight's the number of the days that there must be,
Perhaps we can map two long days and mark them down as three
But then it's nice to take one off after the two days on,
And though we'll feel less tired out, our excess will be gone.
The deadline's drawing nearer, and to finish we'll need tricks -
Perhaps we can map three long days and mark them down as six
And though we've squeezed it in the days when shining is the sun
Will there be enough days out to get the whole job done?
As things become more drastic as we map when days are fine
Perhaps we can map four long days and mark them down as nine.
As mapping days get longer and time shortens 'til we leave,
The question is how much will our examiners believe?
Maybe we can get quite fast - We'll motivate ourselves -
As time gets close, map blocks of five and mark them down as twelves
But what will happen if the rain refuses to stop falling
As fast arrives that Friday when the coach back home is calling?
There's just one plan to get it done before it's all too late -
Take those six days we've done by now, and claim as twenty-eight.
The rest can all be made up, if we carefully think how
And though our maps are still quite blank, the job is finished now.