Granny
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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