A few months I haven't called him
At the beck and call at any hour
And the shortest notice
A dial to him has saved many an emergency
Last night a broken female voice
On the other side of the wire
Mumbled he died on May 13
Left her with three daughters
At forty at short notice
The plumber is dead
Now who would clear
My choked wash basin
The plumber is dead
And I've no other number to call
I couldn't see her face
Gauge the faceless sorrow
At the other side of the wire
The plumber is dead
I must find another
And then rejoice
Forgetting the widow's choked voice
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
A few months I haven't called him
At the beck and call at any hour
And the shortest notice
A dial to him has saved many an emergency
Last night a broken female voice
On the other side of the wire
Mumbled he died on May 13
Left her with three daughters
At forty at short notice
The plumber is dead
Now who would clear
My choked wash basin
The plumber is dead
And I've no other number to call
I couldn't see her face
Gauge the faceless sorrow
At the other side of the wire
The plumber is dead
I must find another
And then rejoice
Forgetting the widow's choked voice
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