Granny
by Spike Milligan
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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