Wait for the sun to rise Mrs. Prout Open your eyes and take a lookout Streets full of people gathering round Look Mrs. Prout and see what they found Smears on their face their all in the race Wishing to see whose body's been found Mrs. Prout continues to shout Whose been about her accident pains Wait for the sun to rise Mrs. Prout Open your eyes and take a lookout Somebody's crying out to be seen Look Mrs. Prout and see where you've been While some people moan you sit on your throne Living your life so selflessly Look at your troubles reach out for the sun You're really lucky compared to Someone who'd really be glad even to think worse times they've had Your not old, receding and gray Your limbs can move, where other stay So Mrs. Prout get up on your feet And take a lookout into the street Happy faces, old man embraces Women smile in passing the day