Wednesday, 24 November 2010

In a dusty old house, where the floorboards did moan, 
At a dusty old piano, a little girl sat all alone.

And next to where they landed, where the tears fell thick and fast,
Did lay the missing piano key, 'til a river was made at last.

It washed the piano key out the dark, And down some pipes it sunk,
Until the tap next door, it sounded, not with 'drip, drip' but with 'clunk'!