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Granny

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old Granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(And up nose as well, I fear)

 

All through the night the wind grew worse

It nearly made the vicar curse

The top had fallen off the steeple

Just missing him (and other people)

 

It blew on man, it blew on beast

It blew on nun, it blew on priest

It blew the wig off Auntie *****

But most of all, it blew on Granny!

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Spike Milligan
1918-2002 / Male / Irish
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