MystyrMystyry
03-29-2018, 10:07 PM
In Polberton Plob
There is no job
Not a single one alas!
The residents used to whine about it
Now they're completely fine about it
As the town sits around on its arse
The effort is exhausting
As they forget about posting
(Because it's nearly a job)
Applications for work that doesn't exist
An exercise so easy to resist
As they resign to being a blob
If they did post a letter
What couldn't be better
(Because there is no mail)
Than there being no postie who picks it up
And no one else the mess for to fix it up
As the days roll on without fail
The grass it grows so high
It almost reaches the sky
(The streets are like a jungle)
As there's nobody who wants to cut it down
And not a lawnmower in the whole town
Works either - it is such a bungle
By the bank of the river
The ducks are all a-quiver
(They feel they'll be the nightly stew)
As the people who all lie around there
Gaze hungrily lest they die around there
What's a poor duck to do?
There is no job
Not a single one alas!
The residents used to whine about it
Now they're completely fine about it
As the town sits around on its arse
The effort is exhausting
As they forget about posting
(Because it's nearly a job)
Applications for work that doesn't exist
An exercise so easy to resist
As they resign to being a blob
If they did post a letter
What couldn't be better
(Because there is no mail)
Than there being no postie who picks it up
And no one else the mess for to fix it up
As the days roll on without fail
The grass it grows so high
It almost reaches the sky
(The streets are like a jungle)
As there's nobody who wants to cut it down
And not a lawnmower in the whole town
Works either - it is such a bungle
By the bank of the river
The ducks are all a-quiver
(They feel they'll be the nightly stew)
As the people who all lie around there
Gaze hungrily lest they die around there
What's a poor duck to do?