The Grumbly Man had nothing for tea
So he put on his overcoat
He had no money, let alone honey
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His eyes stared down at the ground below
His trousers were ragged and torn.
“Oh, what have I done? I just don’t know!
I wish I had never been born,
Been born,
Been born,
I wish had never been born!”

He grumbled on with a grumbly scowl
“I just don’t own a thing!
I’m terribly worried I’ll never get married
Or ever hear angels sing!”
He grumbled away for the rest of the day
In the most unpoetic prose
Then he sat down with a grumbly frown.
“Oh, where I’ll end up, who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?
Oh, where I’ll end up, who knows?”

“Dear me, I’d be filling my tum with one shilling!
For ten I’d be tempted to kill!
But there’s simply no way to earn that sort of pay
And I doubt that I ever will!”
The thought made him wince, and so ever since
He’s been singing a grumbly tune
And wringing his hands at hot-dog stands
“I can’t eat enough too soon,
Too soon,
Too soon,
I can’t eat enough too soon!”