One misty moisty morning

This morning reminded me of a poem I used to sing to my children:

One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather
There I met an old man clothed all in leather
Clothed all in leather with his cap under his chin
and he said 'How d'you do' and 'How d'you do' and 'how d'you do' again

The fields were fabulous - hidden under low clouds which made it look like the sea