Grimbeau

Raindrops keep falling on my shed

and just like the drain that is

too big for its head, epileptic fit,

though I’ll never ever stop my brain by explaining.

So, I’ll go do me some walking with a Nun;

she said that is no way to kingdom come,

acting like a bum,

then off she runs,

with my loaded gun.

There’s one thing I know the shoes

my uncle left me do not fit me.

It won’t be long till the pointy toes

will start to nick me.

And raindrops keep falling on my shed…