A perfectly awful day

The first Monday of every month

Every floor scrubbed

Every chair dusted

A perfectly awful day

Every bed without a wrinkle

Every hair combed on 97 orphans

Poor Jerusha Abbot

Has to Bare the brunt of it all

Poor Jerusha Abbot

The oldest orphan in the John grier home

A perfectly awful day

The trustees come to visit

Taking tea breaks

Having reports written

They hurry away in the night

For houses in the city

And I watch them

With 97 orphans

Poor Jerusha Abbot

Never breaking free from this place

Poor Jerusha Abbot

The oldest orphan in the John grier home

Little Tommy Dylan comes singing up the stairs

Jerusha Abbot you are wanted

In the office and you better hurry up

Who wants me

Mrs Libbot in the office

And I think she's really mad

Where did I go wrong

Were the sandwiches not thin enough

Were there shells in the nutcakes

Where did I go wrong

Did a lady visitor see the hole

In Susy Hawthorne's stocking

A perfectly awful day

A silhouetted figure

Tall and gangly

Shrouded in the darkness

I cannot see his face

But the headlights in the driveway

Cast a shadow sharp against the wall

Looking like a daddy longlegs

The biggest one that I have ever seen

A creeping crawling daddy longlegs

And it makes me laugh

On this awful day

Me Jerusha Abbot

The oldest orphan in the John Grier home