A very old man
Gets up everyday
And pours himself
A bowl
of Cheerios
On his head
Rests his glasses
And God bless his soul
He sees nothing
His wife comes behind
Shaking her head
And mopping up
The spilled milk
His shirt's inside-out
And St. John's Bay
Is proudly displayed
From the tag sticking up in the air
Every morning follows the same
The man and his wife
Have their patterns perfected
And each have a role that they play
