(Were Having A Scrub)
Cos' they wish to clean the building up, as bright as When it was bought.
There's tubular poles and plankes of wood and clamps and bolts galore
and ropes and steps and loads of tools (i'm sure that workman swore)
A rubber hose runs down the walls to wash off all the grime.
(He'd dropped A hamer on his toe, now he's swearing all the time).
The water Gushes down the walls and sprays into the street
(Just watch those kiddies going by, they'd love to splash their feet)
They must have cut a forest doen to get those wooden planks,
Another patch of the country gone - more money in the banks.
The stones come crashing throuh the glass and thud on the floor
Tin hats - flak vest and chained mail, or hide behined the door?
The "sec's" have plugged theirs "lug-oles" up to keep out all the noise,
Then ding-A-ling, the phone ill ring (excuse me, but it's yours)
And so we battle through the day, to keep the business flowing
(I wonder how they'd wash those walls if it were winter and snowing?)
AH! well, one day in months to come, the work will be completed
then watch the pigeons overhead, or that graft will be deleted
E.H.White
