Joey
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. / He was my first, and wise beyond his years.
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. / He was my first, and wise beyond his years.
A very humble pen I ply / Beneath a cottage thatch;
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome / Was quite a fistful as a kid;
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing / Of the wonder and glory of work;
School yourself to savour most / Joys that have but little cost;
If the good King only knew, / Lindy Lou,
Wars have been and wars will be / Till the human race is run;
Lord, let me live, that more and more / Your wonder world I may adore;
'A ticket for the lottery / I've purchased every week,' said she
When I was young I was too proud / To wheel my daughter in her pram.
They told to Marie Antoinette: / The beggers at your gate
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, / And he loved a trim Triangle;
On this festive first of May, / Wending wistfully my way
Each time that I switch on the light / A Miracle it seems to me
Miss Don't-do-this and Don't-do-that / Has such a sunny smile
He was my one and only love; / My world was mirror for his face.
I am the Cannon King, behold! / I perish on a throne of gold.
While I make rhymes my brother John / Makes shiny shoes which dames try on,
From off my calendar today / A leaf I tear;
A year to live, the Doctor said; / There is no cure, and shook his head.