I see them so often,
See them walking in town.
They just keep talking,
Talking to themselves
As there is nobody beside them.
They chat and natter and moan,
Occasionally they laugh,
But it makes no sense to me.
Are they mad?
Oh no they’re not,
They are talking on their ‘phones.
They have plugs in their ears,
And a ‘phone in their pocket.
But it is so strange to me
To walk down the street,
And look as though they are talking,
Talking to themselves.