She lives in a rented house Just a mile from a new-age suburb She calls herself Mrs. Winder Others call her Mother Hupboard Every evening at ten o'clock She takes a towel and a secateurs She's pruning roses and tripping hedges Even after thirty years I said "Mrs. Winder, you don't have to look so sad!" She said, "It's not easy to cope when the weeds are bad! the weeds are bad!" Mrs. Winder can't talk to the neighbours She prefers LSD And it's surprising the things you see On cauliflower and broccoli I said "Mrs. Winder, what age are you, 53?" She said, "I dunno, would you buy me some carrot seeds? carrot seeds?" Eccentric, esoteric doesn't mean a thing to me 'Cos I dig her, she digs her garden We get along naturalley I said, "Mrs. Winder, you don't have to look so sad!" She said, "It's not easy to cope when the weather's bad! the weather's bad!"