Timothy Grub

Maurice Snail and Timothy Grub
 Swanney and Blue and Emily Grub
 Decided one day to go into the wood
 And build them a house and live there if they could
 And they stayed there a while in the trees and the rain
 Till one day two Blue Men said you're all insane
 And to please not come here again
 They had a green car called, Happiness Runs
 Friday comes and Happiness runs
 Out of petrol and everyone gets out to push
 And suddenly see through a gap in the bush
 A real caravan, just like the one in their dreams
 The gypsy doesn't want it, for nowadays it seems
 His home stays in one place and gleams
 He told them that he had a horse down the lane
 Saturday morning they went back again
 He showed them a shed that was built out of tin
 He opened the door and they all peered within
 And there lying on straw was a horse black as night
 With a star on her forehead and eyes full of light
 And they all fell in love at first sight
 They thought and they thought about having Black Bess
 Timothy planted some mustard and cress
 They lived in a cupboard and made it their home
 And lay there and dreamed of the days when they'd roam
 Up and down all the hills of the North countryside
 With the dogs eating buttercups on the wayside
 And they'd wave all the cities goodbye