The Park Bench

Key of G major.

Sitting on a park bench by a roach.
I know I must have used the wrong approach.
So now I’m sitting here, steeped in self-reproach:
No one to talk to but this roach.

Sitting on a park bench by an ant.
Thinking I should go and just recant.
Thinking that it’s better to be a sycophant,
Than sitting here just talking to this ant.

Sitting on a park bench by a spider.
I know I’ve always been too much the derider.
So now I sit here, sipping too much cider:
I’ve got no one to talk to but this spider.

Sitting on a park bench all alone.
The bugs that crawled beside me squashed and gone.
If I had a place to go to, I guess that I’d go home.
But tonight I'll have to sleep here all alone.