BLOW THE MAN DOWN
Come and listen to a story about a man my father no doubt
To market to market to buy some fresh fish to market I say
And the sailor home from the sea spread his catch on the bay
Fish for sale penny for a pound of fish ten pennies he did pay
He called on his wife who eat no lean so she set the pot clean
The merry cats live in a hole but at night they come out to play
Searching the pots that’s set for tea their feast was sure to come
A trinket a basket a pot of fish they did find and scamper away
And now begins my deity two little boys suffer so what a piety
Now for us is a lost endeavor fishes and cats have gone forever
His heavy hands upon our backs as if to say go bring it back
Ah I fear it’s not that easy we know not how and that’s a fact
Just like little Jack Horner we sat in a corner nowhere to run
Off to the ocean shouted the man go soak your wounds a bit
Grandmother Bill was not thrilled and save us from this nitwit
Copyright 2009 Kenvil Atkins
