SONG OF THE WIPER
by W. H. Charnock
Flip Flop, Flip Flop,
Never falter, never stop,
Through mist and mud and sleet and snow
On and on and on I go,
The same by night and the same by day,
Chucking the raindrops out of the way;
Call it an easy job but Lord,
A chap gets stiff and a chap gets bored
With the same old swish and the same old slop,
Flip Flop, Flip Flop.
Flip Flop, Flip Flop,
Waiting for the rain to stop;
Everything else has some sort of a range,
The gearbox gets no end of a change,
Carburettors choke and cough,
The lights go on and the lights go off,
Tyres can go to soft from hard,
Even the spark can advance and retard,
But I go on until I drop,
Flip Flop, Flip Flop.
If I might indulge in a skip and a hop
Such as Flip Flop, Flipperty Flop,
Or even the tiniest ghost of a skip
Like Flop Flop, or Flip Flip,
That at least would something be
To break this dammed monotony,
But never a chance, I keep on turning,
Gears gone dry and winding burning,
Til my armature goes pop,
Flip Flop, Flip Flop.
Dick :>)
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Camarillo, California
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