Carrying on ......... This road sweeper gloomily pushed his barrow Through the streets, wide or narrow Keeping an eye out For treasures ,no doubt ( to keep the shape Granny) Which he'll grab with the speed of an arrow!
There was a terrible worrier from Woking Always nit- picking and poking She thought she would die Employed a private eye Who spent all his time lurking.
We didn't realise we would be trendsetters Getting tut-tuts from our elders and betters We ignored them, we did Bad habits we hid As we dreamed that we'd join the jet-setters.
There was just time to walk to the school Where we changed to go into the pool But the heating was off We'll get whooping cough So we wore cossies made of wool
That was the start of their troubles All plants end up as just stubbles The rake wouldn't help It got tangled in kelp It was clear that their work would be doubled.