The message came in bit by bit It was clear things had gone all to shit The chap on the wireless Was tapping out, tireless, Dit-dit-dit, dah-dah-dah, dit-dit-dit.
It's Monday: can't get out of bed. It's Tuesday: A gas bill that's red. It's Wednesday: a bruise. It's Thursday: blown fuse. It's Friday: Hooray! Still not dead!
A nod is as good as a wink To a blind horse. But pause now and think All this nodding and winking And unseemly blinking Could drive the poor creature to drink