A Doyen of Topiary Once Told Me,
That One Day He Would Like to Grow a Maze,
It Seemed to Be Quite Logical
That This Should Be His Wish.
And With That
We Both Went Our Separate Ways.

They Said You Died At 7:00 ("Seven") Due to Something in Your Head.
I Asked the Sister Why It Wasn't Someone Else Instead!
Tonight I Cry Myself a Bath of Tears and Ask the World,
"Why Is Rod Hull Alive, and Getting Paid As Well!?"

I Heard a Palace Spokesman Mention Sarah.
Said She'd Known the Groins of Jaques Lafitte.
She's Well-prepared to Be a Standard-bearer.
As Pure As the Proverbial Driven Sleet!

Halfway Up the Reekin' With An Empty Flask of Tea,
A Fog Descends and Takes Away My Visibility.
Yet in This Helen Keller State, I'd Still Quite Like to Know
Why Is Rod Hull Alive, and Getting Paid As Well!

And I Wonder If They'll Bring Back
National Service and the Birch
And I Wonder Must I Doubt If
They'll Ever Bring Back the Watney Cup!