[BobClay]

Whenever I’m up In Lancashire I always try and pop in to see my friend Derek Jones at his place of work.
He works in a garment factory doing a bit of running round for the boss.

I went a year ago and said “I’ve come to see Derek Jones”

“Oh” said the boss, “you’ve missed him, he’s popped out, he’s gone for cotton”

So I tried again a few months later, I called in.

Again the boss said “You’ve missed him again, he’s popped out, he’s gone for cotton”

I called in again and said “I’m here to see Derek Jones... is he here, or has he popped out for cotton again”

“Oh” said the boss” He died a few weeks ago. But see that cemetery over the road? He’s over there”

So I found his gravestone and it said.

Here lies Derek Jones.
Gone, but not for cotton.