Sitting

Sitting.

Sitting on a higher place, watching out for God.
Drummed a little drummer boy, resting on a sod.
Beside him was a great big sign,
that had been there quite some time.
Upon it was a note, that God himself had wrote.

I have left you all to ROT, I'm really not best pleased,
because you've brought the world I built crumbling to its knees.
So it's time for you to pay the price, I'll let it all decay,
I've buggered OFF on holidays and that is where I'll stay.

Now the poor old little drummer boy, he couldn't read at all,
He sadly missed school that day; having had a fall.
So sitting on a higher place, was where he'd have to stay.
But for that little drummer boy, it had always been that way?