The old lady and her lad

The day was like a smogy way;

With old lady in a cheerful hay;

        nearly without any slippers;

        and not even a poor's hood;

the day was just opposite to may;

with every heart saying nay;

        none dared to gave her any good;

        nor me even by a caring would;

unlucky was my might;

or it was just a sudden fright;

        just listening to the jellicle sound;

        never met her any way round;

she became grandma for me;

but i was not able to be a lad for her.