There She Sit's All Alone
She Is Little More Than Bone
With A Bit Of Skin
And Her Hair The Colour Of Tin
She's Quite Old
Or So I'm Told
Her Age You See Is Eighty - Nine
She's Probably Older Than Vintage Wine
Maybe I'll Take A Little Walk
And To Her I Shall Talk
Hopefully Filling Her With Glee
Because You See
There She Sits All Alone
She Is Little More Than Bone
With A Bit Of Skin
And Her Hair The Colour Of Tin
I Don't Mean To Offend
But Carn't You See
How Lonely The Elderly Must Be
They Live All Alone
With Love To Them Rarely Shown
I Hope You Can Find Some Time To Talk
Even If It Means A Little Walk
To Show People Like Her Care And Respect And You Will See
The Kindness You Give Will Fill Them With Glee