
If you like adding up numbers
Or counting up rows of cucumbers
Don’t learn X and Y
No log tables nor pi.
There is little aid for the plumber who’s dumber
If you like adding up numbers
Or counting up rows of cucumbers
Don’t learn X and Y
No log tables nor pi.
There is little aid for the plumber who’s dumber
Confession is totally wrecking
Almost as bad as henpecking
Keep your mind to yourself
In sickness and health
Your privacy’s smarter than clucking
I
There was a young Catholic from Devon
Whose mind was dead set against Heaven
So he tried hard to be bad
Oh, no luck did he have
Now he’s in heaven with Lenin
Hughes’s thrush a coil of steel with its black hole
Swallowed up our culture, paid in gold
J
Tangled in sweet webs of flowers wild
Love fell down like summer drizzle mild