Mr and Mrs. Everything
Lived in a box
There was a stove for Mr’s kettle
And a shelf for Mrs’ socks

They had breakfast for dinner
Supper for lunch
And the skins of sliced potatoes
Was their special Sunday brunch

Mr really liked
The cooking and the dishing
While Mrs rather fancied
The reading and the fishing

They both wore green boots
Put on the wrong way
And they took long walks
Up and down the hill each day

They didn’t have much money
Their piggy-banks were bare
But they were very very happy
To just have each other there