Psalms, the next generation

When we ask ourselves

what this hour is for,

when grief it rains

in the houses next door,

when Pickles the maid

mops up the floor,

and we drop to the basement below:

Then I pick me up

and dust me up

and turn to you, O Tums:

(key of G)

O Tums, Tums,

Tum-tee-tum-tum

Tum-tee-tum-tum-tee-tum-tum!