Clifford T Ward Miner
He's in a very bad way
Someone will tell his wife
They'll run and fetch the doctor
To try and save his life.
He was the underground man
A slave to rock and mud
The self appointed cave man
The nation's life blood.
He did not own a mansion
He drove not limousine
His requirements were few to
Make more amenable the seam.
The rain has washed his body
Laid out in surface light
They'll run and fetch the curate
To try and put things right.
