Mrs. Winder

She lives in a rented house
Just a mile from a new-age suburb
She calls herself Mrs. Winder
Others call her Mother Hupboard
Every evening at ten o'clock
She takes a towel and a secateurs
She's pruning roses and tripping hedges
Even after thirty years
I said "Mrs. Winder, you don't have to look so sad!"
She said, "It's not easy to cope when the weeds are bad! the weeds are bad!"
Mrs. Winder can't talk to the neighbours
She prefers LSD
And it's surprising the things you see
On cauliflower and broccoli
I said "Mrs. Winder, what age are you, 53?"
She said, "I dunno, would you buy me some carrot seeds? carrot seeds?"
Eccentric, esoteric doesn't mean a thing to me
'Cos I dig her, she digs her garden
We get along naturalley
I said, "Mrs. Winder, you don't have to look so sad!"
She said, "It's not easy to cope when the weather's bad! the weather's bad!"



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Writer(s): Canice Kenealy, Brian Kenealy
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