Bucket

There was this bloke, Henry

and he wasn’t too bright. 

His girlfriend, Liza

yelled out to him:

Henry! Fetch me some water!

And Henry, in a bit of a

 whiney voice, answered:

There’s a hole in my bucket

dear Liza, dear Liza
There’s a hole in my bucket

dear Liza, a hole.

Well, Liza wanted that water! 

She said: Well, fix it

dear Henry, dear Henry,

dear Henry,
Well, fix it dear Henry,

dear Henry, fix it.

Henry was hopeless…

With what shall I fix it …

he asked.
I don’t think Liza was

really thinking

when she answered:

With a straw dear Henry …

And so goes the song

The straw is too long …
Well, cut it dear Henry …
With what shall I cut it …
With an axe dear Henry …
The axe is too dull dear Liza …
Well, sharpen it dear Henry …
With what shall I sharpen it …
With a stone dear Henry …
The stone is too dry dear Liza …
Well, wet it dear Henry …
With what shall I wet it …
With water dear Henry …
In what shall I fetch it …
In a bucket dear Henry …
There’s a hole in my bucket,

dear Liza …

When you actually stop

to look at the words,

the song really does seem

to be ridiculous…

Almost as ridiculous as

the Cow celebrating

My Bucket’s Got

A Hole In It Day!

Photo from here.