LOUD MOUTH

He stays in the same street
I quietly utter
Don't speak to him
Just his Mother.

He's got big hands
Hair kind of sandy
Big red nose
That's the brandy.

Big voice, always shouting
You can hear him
The otherside of the Mountain
His sisters so sweet.

As sugar candy
Thank God she's not like Sandy
His Father, so quiet as a mouse
You wouldn't know
He was in the house.

His sister say's he doen't need a phone
He steps outside
I wish he would turn down the tone
When he's around.

Its not like a quire singing
A voice so loud
Sets church bells ringing
People say his Father is deaf.

With him around
I'm amazed, he's got ear drums left
When he's away you might enquire
Who's this guy.

OH Did I not say, he's the town cryer.