The cranky old man down on Mullberry street
Only has sausage and sauerkraut to eat
Everyday he throws rocks at the neighborhood pets
And scowls at the looks from the people he gets

Whenever the children go outside to play
He grabs a big stick and he’ll chase them away
The people on walks that may just happen by
Will only get frowns and a mean evil eye

He’ll sit on his porch everyday about eight
To yell at the mailman that he’s always late
The poor pizza boy that delivers his pie
Receives for his tip just a spit in the eye

If you happen to wish him good morning someday
The language he uses will turn your hair gray
So I would just not go down Mullberry street
Or you may see someone you don’t want to meet