Isn't She Awful - Or, the Whale

You asked if the sun had a mother

And what, what might her name be?

And is she gentle?

Oh isn’t she awful

In how she loves the sun

Oh sun, you must be so lonely

Living high, high in the sky

The world has torn you

You’ve burned out your bright lights

And now the rain falls down on me

And what does it sound like when she turns out the lights?

And oh, can you hear her when she calls your name at night?