Ragg’dy ragg’dy ragg’dy eggsRagg’dy poached on sou’dough toastThat’s the breakfast we love…
Say one thing and do anotherLet’s not take this matter furtherSelf is all, ignore the other…
Cold, slate-grey thing of misteryclad mute, subdued this winter’s day.What lies beyond that which we…
It’s pissing down with rain
They grow up, the little tykes,
Sitting by the roadside