Life Is Unpredictable
Horace Cope, the cloaked clairvoyant
Was in festive mood and buoyant
Not since 1962
Had something he foretold come true
Horace Cope, the cloaked clairvoyant
Was in festive mood and buoyant
Not since 1962
Had something he foretold come true
Van de Graaf is dead, they say
His death was not dramatic
A happy fellow while he lived
But now he is exstatic
The cat sat washing on the mat
There’s nothing special about that
The rug is Persian where she sat
Does this make her a Persian cat?
The boy stood on the burning deck
His trouser legs ablaze
He prayed the flames wouldn’t pass his knees
And finish his courting days
The canine church last week elected
Their new preacher – well respected
Pastor Pug, the doggy scholar
Who gets to wear the vicar collar
A skinny flamingo named Lynne
Had legs so incredibly thin
When standing in water
They couldn’t support her