Mr. Todd, A Moment, Please
Mr. Todd…I'll pay a dime
For just a moment of your time.
I do so wonder, could you tell
Why London is to you such Hell.
Mothers shield their children's ears
When you speak for all to hear
So tell me now and tell me true
The horrors that have given you
Your rat-infested point of view.
I don't believe you when you say
That you have always been this way.
…Was she beautiful, your wife
Who I hear has lost her life?
Is she the reason for your strife?
And Johanna—what's that name?
I hear the townsmen all proclaim
Your loss has driven you insane—
Mr. Todd—please don't strike me!
I only meant for you to like me
And tell me what is haunting you
But I can see that it won't do
For me to keep on pressing you
So forgive me, and good day, sir.
I wish for you much better times, sir.
But I'll leave you just with this:
I do believe your goals amiss
There are some who don't deceive
I know it's quite hard to believe
But London does contain a few
Who would rather that you knew
That love does truly still exist
And goodness, although now just mist
Has rained down in stronger form
And someday again will come its storm.