Then there are days when all is well
And yet, one hears the distant knell
It has to come. No – the skies are clear
There! A boom! Thunder – do you hear?
I hear it close, I hear it nigh
My mind does my heart belie
All is well, you heard it said
Yet, dratted knell can’t cast off its heavy tread
You’ll hear it come from far away…
Now shoo! Trouble, you stay away!
I’ll whip you and thrash you if you come too close
Hang you by your sorry toes…
Worry and Whine, you take heed too
I’ll be having none of you
I’ll wrap me warm and hold my lead
And I shoot straight – I warn you, Dread
And now that you Fears have been put on hold
I’ll get back to work – I’ve left stories untold.