Gutter Doves
Papa loves the gutter doves
He also loves the ponies
His money pays for drinks & bets
The gutter feeds his family
He repairs roofs
hooves in boots
high above
the filth of Stepney
When work is done
He’s at the pub
Drinking
to drown
His losses
Papa loves the gtter doves
His losses
Papa loves the gtter doves
He also loves the
ponies
His money pays for
drinks & bets
The gutter feeds
his family
When the city’s
dark with sleep
He’s back to where
he started
Collecting all the
Stepney doves
Who ate the bait, departed
It was all just
fine
At dinner time
Dove stewed , dove baked
Dove meat pied
Papa lost large at
the track
Let his maniac
drink drank
Climbed each rung
With wild attack
Get all the gutter
doves!
A cube or two
Always did do
The trick
For what was needed
He lost his mind
Laid 30 down
Then fungled
Down the ladder
No leftovers
Dove soup next day
Just spoons
And 8 dead bodies
The coroner said
rat poison
Ran havoc on their
bodies
Papa loves the
gutter doves
He also loves the
ponies
His money pays for
drinks & bets
The gutter feeds
his family
