As you’re walking down the street,
You never know who you will meet,
There’s one old dear who carries on,
You wish that she was just well gone.

A little further sown the road,
I nearly squashed a little toad,
And going further down the street,
A dear old man I happen to meet.

The things you think about these folk,
Your mind plays tricks and that’s no joke,
Why do thoughts come into our minds,
It is quite safe as you will find.