Granny I cannot help

But follow this rainbow

And take you out of this pigsty

You’ve been calling a home,

Let me rescue you 

From the chilly winters

And the hot unbearable noon(s)

You endure at Bas Schoeman’s plantations

I want you to stop

 Filling Bas Schoeman’s pockets

While we’re going penurious;

At sixty, you need leisure

Not to itch your itching back

And burn your burning skin;

You keep on saying there’s a monster

At that other side of the rainbow,

But let’s see if I can’t find some treasure,

While Bas Schoeman is still blind

To notice an old idling hand

For your fingers are black and rough

Filling Bas Scoeman’s pockets

While we’re going penurious

Let me leave your comfort zone

And see for myself

If I’ll find a monster or a pot of treasure

For if there’s a monster,

I’ll need to pack atomic shells

To bombshell like a dragon

For I cannot endure

Those unbearable noon(s)

Filling Bas Shoeman’s pockets,

While my kids are going penurious