24 July 2012
There's a fella at my place
It seems he's always late
And to be short handed
Just leaves us in a state
In he strolls this morning
And in a voice so loud
Announced to all and sundry
That he wished to be called Cloud
Now I'm not really bothered
By his funny little game
I'll call him anything he likes
After all, what's in a name?
But it isn't really useful
It isn't even handy
For as long as I have known him
His christian name's been Andy
I'm sure it makes him happy
I'm sure it makes him proud
But we all find it awkward
Sure it shouldn't be allowed
He's a little absent minded
And he'd agree that's true
When your head's up in the clouds
Ain't that so, my dear Andrew?
Cloud • Opuss № I