Up flies a kite, down falls a lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got lost in the dark.
Lucy left home about half -past eight,
and she hadn't got further than the garden gate,
when a big black bird
dropped a stone from the sky,
left Lucy there on the path to die.
Lucy jumped up and shook her fist,
saying, Here's another girl
from the town you've missed,
but she looked again and she was alone,
nothing on the ground
but a feather and a stone.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got
lost in the dark.
At the edge of the wood
where the grass is wet,
up jumped a man with a clarinet,
blew an oak both loud and clear
and left it hanging in Lucy's
ear.
Aunt Lucy Broadwood was
quite impressed,
closed her eyes and started to undress,
turned three times around
and the man wasn't there,
all she could do was stand and stare.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got lost in the dark.
Lucy went further than
she knew she should,
and she came to a house
in the middle of the wood.
The doors were bolted and
the windows barred,
but she thought she
heard the voice of her ma.
So she called out, Mother, I
know you're in there!
Up went the cry through the still green air,
if Mother was there, she never heard.
The only sound was the screech of a bird.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got lost in the dark.
Lucy didn't know which way to turn,
when a bush behind her
started to burn.
She thought of Moses and the Holy Book,
turned around to have a look.
And who should it be
but the devil in black?
He blasted out of the ground with a crank,
hoisted her up on his humpy shoulder
and carried her off to hell like a boulder.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got
lost in the dark.
Hell was hot and what is more,
Hell was a terrible, terrible bore.
She didn't think she could last the night,
So she opened the door
and turned on the light.
The bulb fused out with a fizz and a crack,
And the door slammed shut on
Lucy's back.
Up flew the kite, down fell the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood was lost in the dark.
Up flies the kite, down falls the lark,
Aunt Lucy Broadwood got lost in the dark.