Down in the dumps
Where everything jumps
The rabbit thumps
And the old dog slumps
Down in the dumps
Where the sea gull stumps
His old broken leg
Over the lumps
Well things are looking up
Down in the dumps
Full of rubbish, and garbage and waste
Full of tubes of tooth paste
And the bitter taste
More pace less haste
Leads you down the road
to the dumps
The tip, the refuse heap
Where they give you a clip
Tell you to pin yourself
To the dart board
Where the bicycle pumps
Don't work
Full of knots, and cots, and hotspots
Full of nettles and kettles and forget-me-nots
Where the flowers grow over
Other people's junk
Some ships have sunk
An iron hunk
These are the things you find
Down in the dumps
But there is blue sky crying
Its colour into the grey
Leaching its powers into
better days
And has-been machines
That should have been on their way
But stay
Like a museum
To remark upon decay
Yet the sun always shines upon them
The birds will still sing
This spring, that winter
Days have past and been seen
Some things were built to last
Some are known as sure things
Some in racks some in ruins
Some wrecks are the balls of a giant
Many are marked by the strong
Sinewy muscles ligaments and tendons
Of diggers turned to rust
But stand unyielding to the last
Waiting the dying rays of the sun
They endure
