He mows the lawn and scatters
The clippings on the ground
And I don't think it matters
If they mess up all around.
For He is the Naked Groundsman
And He mows the lawns all bare
(But in the depths of winter
In His dead mum's underwear).
Amen.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
He mows the lawn and scatters
The clippings on the ground
And I don't think it matters
If they mess up all around.
For He is the Naked Groundsman
And He mows the lawns all bare
(But in the depths of winter
In His dead mum's underwear).
Amen.
