Well there was a knock on the door last night
The peace of household was shattered all right
It was bedlam and the kids were having a fight
Disgruntled I got up and switched on the light
When I opened the door I half expected to find
The Jehovah witness's or something of the kind
The milkman collecting his son running behind
Some kind of salesman with forms to be signed
Instead I found a couple in middle aged I suppose
Rattling a tin collecting for what god knows
Good evening were collecting for Dr Bernados
1 glanced back; good you can take one of those
