Lava
Lava
I’m not very keen on lava. It’s not really my cup of tea
I don’t mind lava in Iceland at all but I don't want it coming near me
Lava incites a palaver- its messy and smelly and hot
And if it gets inside your shoes God forbid it can make your toes sting quite a lot
No, I don't really recommend lava. No, not for a quietish life
It just such a silly distraction you see and can really unsettle my wife.
I don't like the thought of some lava, getting into my bedroom at night
it's this kind of worrying and troublesome thing that can give one terrible fright.
And now I cant walk down the pavement
For fear I might step on a crack
And fall headlong to the lava below
with no way to ever get back
Lava should stay in volcanos. it should stay where its meant to be
not being a great inconvenience and faff, or delaying a gentleman's tea
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