Spike Milligan

Granny

Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear (And up her nose as well, I fear) All through the night the wind grew worse It nearly made the vicar curse The top had fallen off the steeple Just missing him (and other people) It blew on man, it blew on beast It blew on nun, it blew on priest It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny- But most of all, it blew on Granny!

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