I’m sitting in the court house,
It’s doing in me brain,
I’m glad outside was sunny,
And there wasn’t any rain.

I don’t know why I’ve come here,
To give him my support,
But one way or another,
He’s bound to get sorted.

He’ll come out quite unhappy,
A saddened face he’ll have,
And then if he’s not careful,
He’ll be pulling out his hair.

The clerk of the court,
She called me in,
Why does she want me,
I thought with a grin.

They asked me a question,
To answer I did,
Richard didn’t like it,
And he flipped his lid.

Quieten down or you will be nicked,
I said shut up and the table he kicked,
They told him how much the money was for the fine,
He flew in a rage and nearly done time.

I explained to the judge that he wasn’t too well,
He said thank madam I think I can tell.
We came out of the court,
Then he had second thoughts.

And said he would make an appeal,
I simmered him down we walked into town,
It made him feel down,
Then he spoke of the way he did feel.