The Gossipers

In the Town of Castlesea Lives Mrs Croke and Mrs Bee On the sidewalk they meet each day And gab an hour or two away. Maybe you would like to know How their conversation go I will tell you in this rhyme Of how they spend their talking time. Outside the church each day they meet To have their little tete a tete And give each other the run down Of the recent happenings in town. A lady pushing a pram walk by Says Mrs Bee oh me oh my There she goes yet another Of those snobbish single mothers. She has some cheek to pass our way And not even bid us good day With her head tilted in the air You'd swear she were a millionaire. What right has she to show such weight And she a burden on the State It's no wonder the Government won't relax On my poor husband's income tax. Says Mrs Croke to Mrs Bee What's come over Castlesea? The proper living and God fearing From Castlesea are disappearing. I see that hussy Mrs Stave And her husband Bill fresh in his grave Strolling hand in hand last night Through the park with young Jim White. And she so happy and full of cheer And her husband dead less than a year It's the likes of that one bring ill fame And give our town such a bad name. How right you are says Mrs Bee With what you said I must agree You'd swear to look at that one's face That she was filled with heaven's grace. Did you hear about young Jimmy Dock? He stole Mrs Gray's alarm clock The crooked thieving little brat Should be put into jail for that. His type we can do without There's far too many thieves about I have warned my son Tim To steer clear of the likes of him. I must be going says Mrs Bee My man will soon be home for tea And Mrs Croke bid her good day And homeward they each make their way. Tomorrow once more they will meet To have their daily tete a tete And give each other the run down Of the latest happenings in town