The Prophet of Doom

Hear ye hear ye here comes the prophet of doom No good news coming here so I'd leave the room Spreader of bad things like disasters at sea The plague will happen also according to she The prophet of doom rings her bell for attention Has no front teeth for that added dimension She tells all that the world will end very soon Not next week but at the beginning of June I wonder if her visions of doom really take place She expresses it sincerely with an unhappy face They tell me she's married with children of four Could be true I suppose I'm not really sure Good news or bad news the world still turns One person will be happy another has concerns I will hide when I see the prophet of doom come Safe and sound in the bosom of my dearest mum