Every year around this time, my Rare One waxes poetic and recites (seemingly incessantly) a little verse that she learned during her youth on the Canadian prairies:
Hurray, hurray, the first of May!
Outdoor screwing starts today!
Now, as poetry, this doggerel ranks right up there with the equally popular rhyme from the hippy era:
If this van's a-rockin',
Don't come a-knockin'!
Nevertheless, the first of May verse does genuinely express the pagan spirit of Beltane, when Celtic people traditionally had sex outdoors in the fields and woods to encourage the fecundity of the Goddess and the Green Man. Did this verse have its origin in the ancient pagan rites of the Old Country or is it simply a randy 20th century expression of campground horniness? Who knows?
Enjoy your maypole dancing, everyone!