the old man is snoring, Irene is
though he has no fear, because he
won't be up till' morning.
Though when morning comes,
the thunder booms,
the wind shakes his
Obviously, he begins mourning.
Hours later, the storm is done,
lots of fixing is needed to be done.
So he finally gets out of bed,
but bumps his
and won't be back till' next morning.