O who would find me lost in town
Arrest the toast and keep it brown
Adjust the mighty woofer sound
If you
Weren’t
Here?
Who would play with tools for toys
Do burps and yawns for background noise
The reassuring sounds of boys
If you
Weren’t
Here?
Who else could cook and correspond
Have hedge surrender grass be gone
And who would call me Gillian Dawn
If you
Weren’t
Here?
O who could do the harder sums
Explain the rules of mauls and scrums
And who would get me off my bum
If you
Weren’t
Here?
THE RHYMING TIMES 