Mrs. Prout

Wait for the sun to rise Mrs. Prout
Open your eyes and take a lookout
Streets full of people gathering round
Look Mrs. Prout and see what they found

Smears on their face their all in the race
wishing to see whose body's been found
Mrs. Prout continues to shout
whose been about her accident pains

Wait for the sun to rise Mrs. Prout
Open your eyes and take a lookout
Somebody's crying out to be seen
Look Mrs. Prout and see where you've been

While some people moan you sit on your throne
Living your life so selflessly
Look at your troubles reach out for the sun
You're really lucky compared to
Someone who'd really be glad even to think worse times they've had

Your not old, receding and gray
Your limbs can move, where other stay
So Mrs. Prout get up on your feet
And take a lookout into the street
Happy faces, old man embraces
Women smile in passing the day