In and out the drainpipes
The tiny sparrows play
The warming of cement
Shows the beginning of the day
Single mothers battle at home
To keep the hovel spic and span
Whilst in the gutters toddlers roam
Collecting all the dirt they can
The washings hung from house to house
On rotating lines sparse and bare
Way down below a tiny brown mouse
Is feeding on an old rotten pear
In this gloomy barren place
A small blue cattle dog plays
Getting pleasure from herding a beer can
And wasting away the days
The cement darkens its night
But no sound is heard or uttered
The birds are asleep, in their tiny nests
In the drainpipes and the gutters.
