A ballad of the Ditch (Edit) (Edit)

Down by the roadside ditch Two legs stuck out – no witch. One said: "A tramp, must be – He tripped by that ravine." Another said: "A thief – He sneezed – turned dead, in grief." The third one joked: "You see – He asked for it, agrees." --- And the moon just watched. Too drunk to ask why. --- By the pub's worn-out door Three loafers sat – not poor. One lit up: "So, well, well – Drank my Cadillac to hell." Biting his mustache sad, The second: "Lost my hat, bad." The third yelled: "Damned pub! Left my last nickel, scrub!" --- And the moon just watched. Too drunk to ask why. --- The one who lay in mire – Those three tripped on his dire. They shouted: "It's the devil!" Dragged him to woods – no level. Took his pants by moon glow. "So – even. To hell you go. We… no." --- And the moon just watched. Too drunk to ask why. --- In a foul, stinking ditch, Three drunk loafers – no rich. Three pairs of legs straight up – To the sky. That's the cup. --- And the moon just watched. Too drunk to ask why. And the moon just watched. Too drunk to ask why. ...Too drunk to ask why! ---