Looked out of my window and what did I see!
A bloke dangling but not from a tree.
Perched precariously was he,
High upon a steeple,
Quite a sight to be seen.
Such a brave soul he must be.

Hard hat upon his head had he,
Ropes holding him fast I could see.
Certainly not a safe place to play,
The wind blowing made him sway.
What was he doing on this dank day?
Quite frankly, I really couldn’t say!

Could he be fixing the roof for leaks?
Or testing the timbers that often squeak?
But could it be a birthday greeting?
That’s often left to just a tweeting.
Maybe just lights that shine so bright,
To shroud our village with extra light.

Breda Ware