Ode to the Roofers
A pounding, loudly sounding upon my attic roof
A throbbing, gently robbing my soul, I am aloof
A-rap-a-tap-tap the hammers ring
A-rap-a-tap-tap the angels sing
From high above my humble head upon my attic roof
And as the banging, ever clanging
And the nailing, ever wailing
A-rap-a-tap-tap the men keep busy
A-rap-a-tap-tap my head a tizzy
Falls the hammers upon my attic roof
They have gone and all is still
To the bottle and grab a pill
A-rap-a-tap-tap my ears keep beating
A-rap-a-tap-tap the great outdoors I'm not a-heating
And not a sound is heard from my attic roof.
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WeeSaul World, plc.
