Have you ever noticed,
Those people on the wing?
The ones that always pass you by,
And never say a thing.
And even though you know them,
They hurry past in haste,
No quick hello or friendly smile -
They have no time to waste.
You're only out for just a walk,
You didn't want to stop and talk.
Perhaps a quick hello
Lingering for just a while.
But no, those people on the wing,
Never want to say a thing.
Their minds are full of this and that;
There isn't time to stop and chat.
Except, of course, when they're not well,
Then they stop and have to tell,
Of all the aches and pains they've got -
And then, of course, you get the lot.
Mrs. B was just like that,
Never had the time to chat,
Hurrying by at such a pace,
The 'don't stop me' look upon her face.
Mrs. B had things to do,
Had no time to talk to you.
One day I called to Mrs. B:
'Please stop for once and listen to me.'
I stopped and whispered
with a snickers:
'You've got your dress
tucked in your knickers.'