Up and down the moving stairs I’m watching people go,
Some are going high, others are going low,
They’re all from different walks of life,
How many men are there with their wives.


Their sizes all are different,
Some small and some are fat,
And as they’re going up and down,
They all go yak and yak.


My poem’s already silly,
I think I’ll have to stop,
And when I make a move,
On the stairs I’ll have to hop.