At The Auction

The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, One less clock for the feather duster For somebody's trash is another man's treat Keep an eye for the best deal buster The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, See collections of train sets muster Stamp albums fill some enthusiast's bag Or a pearl necklace that's kept its lustre The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, The novice seller is all a-fluster Her Japanese tea set's on sale next Today will it be a record buster? The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, The auctioneer is a seasoned hustler For every item, commission's paid He serves as a stand- in loss adjuster The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, Here's a bidder, all brash, all bluster Will he clinch the deal on the copper pot? Who's up next on the porter roster? The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, A small boy covets a cowboy holster His father is quick to drag him away ‘Today I'll bid on a doll for your sister' The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, Now it's the ring from a deceased spinster Jilted upon her wedding day Left alone in the cold York Minster The gavel goes up, the gavel goes down, Gone in a flash, like a quick cat's whisker The sale room's left with its silent goods Listen! A long dead owner's whisper…