The Crooked Lady Down The Street

The crooked lady down the street will caution you to play safely
She reminds you of horrible stories in the news of careless children who got hurt

The crooked lady down the street mows and waters her own lawn
While all the other neighbors hire men to care for their yard

The crooked lady down the street has two grown sons who are still like children
But she treats them like they’re her friends, as they climb into the car excitedly

The crooked lady down the street buys groceries once a week
She carries them all in by herself, four to six bags at a time

The crooked lady down the street is mostly nice, but sometimes sad
Her older son is sick and she cares for him in many ways

The crooked lady down the street looks happiest when she goes for walks
She pushes her older son in a wheelchair or a giant stroller

The crooked lady down the street sometimes stands straight, but it doesn’t take long for her to lean
She leans like there’s a backpack filled with bricks on her back, bent forward, shoulders drooped

The crooked lady down the street planted flowers with streaming tears down her face
Her older son went to heaven and she’s sad he went away

The crooked lady down the street has her one grown child left
She talks to him softly as she helps buckle him in the front seat

The crooked lady down the street asked me how I did on my test
She really seemed to care. She talks to me like she remembers being a kid

The crooked lady down the street is always busy like her house is her job
She sits on her porch in the evening staring up at the stars