These rusty things are things we like
These things we like have spiky spikes.
She only likes it in the town
We have not seen a single bus
Instead we're getting tetanus.
The spiky bits can kill us dead
This is what our auntie said
What is this thing? We do not know.
Our auntie's face is full of woe
I need to pee I need to pee
Our auntie does not answer me
She is asleep, it's ten to three.
I cannot open this big door
So I will pee here on the floor
Our auntie comes, she smells of gin
She hides the pee under the bin
We are here. Grandad is not.
We cannot find our grandad here
That there are spiders in our hair
The things she does when she's awake
Are drinking gin and eating cake
The countryside is everywhere