White Chrysanthemum

Somewhat overwhelmed by the enormous dimensions of her lovely breast

The rector turned his face from Mother Nature back to God

"Therefore, in the shadow of the valley we are truly truly blessed-

We now return our brother to the sod!"

Poor old Ned!-who worked the line six days a week

Yes poor old Ned!-words come to mind you start to speak

And when it's said-the rain is falling you recall how

Poor old Ned! is surely dead!

Then they brought him home to that old bosky dell

he knew so very well

And laid him down for succor simply in a box of Southern pine

This was past the oxbow of the river where we

Used to fish a spell

And wish that rising sun would ever shine

And sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time

And sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time

Old Ned was a veteran and better an the best in forty-one

When blue Hawaii glistened like a diamond lights the sun

That said, when teh Nissan plant was built down by the run

He knew his life had only just begun

Poor old Ned!-a child tugs on a tattered sleeve

Yes poor old Ned!-and piled back in they start to leave

And poor old Ned!-will bring into that night one white

Chrysanthemum-His kingdom come!

And sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time

And sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time