HEAD IN THE WINDOW

There’s a head in the window in the house cross the street,
Though it’s been there for ages we’ve still yet to meet.
It’s there in the morning and it’s there in the night,
It’s there in the dark and it’s there in the light.

He’s working from home his living to make,
He’s at his computer with never a break.
With Bluetooth a’blinking and mobile so hot,
He’s working so hard to make cash for the pot.

He strides up and down with his hands all a flap,
His mouth keeps on going I feel I should clap.
I wish I could hear the words that he says,
For those are the ones that his wages it pays.

And then one day the head is not there,
I’d knock on his door if only I dare.
I fear for his safety and hope he’s not ill,
Till a neighbour tells me he’s gone off to Rhyll.