Nothing - David Massengill
There was an old woman
And nothing she had
And so this old woman
Was said to be mad
She had nothing to eat
She had nothing to wear
She had nothing to lose
She had nothing to fear
She'd nothing to give
And nothing to leave
And when she died
There was no one to grieve
There was an old man
And he had naught
And the robbers came
For to rob his vault
They chased him up
To the chimney top
And so he jumped
Until he stopped
And as I'm told
By men of sense
He never has
Been living since
There was a bomb
And the bomb was big
When the bomb went bang
There were graves to dig
Bones of the poor
Bones of the rich
When the bomb went bang
It didn't matter which
There was no one to rob
All your worldly wealth
If you want anymore
You may sing it yourself
If I were an old woman
And you were an old man
Would you whisper love
Would you kiss my hand
Or would you chase me up
To the chimney top
But before I jumped
Would you holler, "Stop!"
Or would you wait
Until it's too late
Would you rub in salt
Would you say, "Checkmate."
© 1983 by David Massengill,