Why, it’s our lovely Mrs Reynolds
And she’s had so many husbands that we
Just don’t know who she will marry next
All we know is she’s a puzzle and we
Wish she had a muzzle on her
Mouth ’cause every time she speaks we’re vexed
In my bunk
I’ll be in my bunk
Don’t come looking for me
I’ll be in my bunk
So we plan the perfect heist
And realize that she’s a feisty one
And wants to be the leader of the band
So she helps us with the manning of the
Smash and grab we’re planning and we
Can’t but think she’ll kill us if she can
In my bunk
I’ll be in my bunk
Don’t come looking for me
I’ll be in my bunk
So we work out all the details and she’s
pretty in her pigtails and we think she’s
Not so bad now after all
Then she smiles and looks so coy and gets
A dirty look from Zoe and I
Swear I think there’s going to be a brawl
Saffron, why did you hit me?
Yolanda, you broke my heart
Bridgette, I knew you’d come back to me
I’ve already pushed the alarm
She’s had so many names I never
Know what I should call her, Mrs
Reynolds, YoSaffBridge, or Tinkerbell
But it’s true when life is over and I’m
Pushing up the clover I may
Find that I am in that Special Hell
In my bunk
I’ll be in my bunk
Don’t come looking for me
I’ll be in my bunk
copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris