Dark morning have me feeling sad To greet the spring I'll be very glad Still weeks to wait Till it arrives at my gate Snowdrops are out so don't feel too bad.
At the florists there are many exotic blooms And just as many with wonderful perfumes Roses and freesias Sweet nemesias. Meaning lots of beautifully scented rooms.
A sweet little old gran from Dundee Had a secret no one could see She kept a pot under her bed, As she was thinking ahead Of its proximity for her night pee
She leapt out of bed in a rush Stark naked, oh that made her blush A knock at the door She could could not ignore "Where's my dressing gown? Oh, tch tch."
A door-to-door salesman with charming patter Kept trying (our little old lady) to flatter Then to her dismay He ran away With her savings laid out on a platter.