Through every nook and every cranny <br />The wind blew in on poor old Granny <br />Around her knees, into each ear <br />(And up nose as well, I fear) <br /> <br />All through the night the wind grew worse <br />It nearly made the vicar curse <br />The top had fallen off the steeple <br />Just missing him (and other people) <br /> <br />It blew on man, it blew on beast <br />It blew on nun, it blew on priest <br />It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny- <br />But most of all, it blew on Granny!<br /><br />Spike Milligan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/granny/
