Weird Old Lady and Her Son
The crazy weird old lady and her son
That live at the bottom of our street
I wonder if this is how our neighbors
would describe the pair of us
Bet your bottom dollar they would
if you threw in a few stray cats for
good measure
And answering the front door in what
can only be described as filthy pajamas
Feeding bread crumbs to the pigeons in
her garden so overgrown with weeds
even they can't be bothered to scavenge for
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