A {? doy in a doh-peri ?} once told me,
That one day he would like to grow amazed,
It seems to me quite logical
That this should be his wish.
And with that
We both went our separate ways.
You said you died at 7:00 («seven») due to something in your head.
I asked the system why it wasn’t someone else instead!
Tonight I cry myself a path of tears and ask
«Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!?»
I heard a palace spokesman mention Sarah.
Said she’d known the groins of Jaques LaFeet.
She’s well-prepared to be a standard-bearer.
As pure as the proverbial driven sleet!
Halfway up {?, the reekin’, ?} with an empty flask of tea,
I thought you said this takes away my visibility.
Yet in this Helen Keller state, I’d still quite like to know
Why is Rod Hull alive, and getting paid as well!
And I wonder if they’ll bring back
National Service and «the {? bench» ?}.
And I wonder must I doubt if
They’ll ever bring back The {? Whotney Cup! ?}