A Whipper Snapper 💕

When my Daddy used to sing me shanty songs and bounce me on his knee

Now my Father was a fisherman who sailed upon the salty sea

And I remember waiting on him down on the harbour pier, to come home for his tea

Oh how I loved to watch those silver fishies filling up the boat hold

When to keep them all fresh, the crew covered them in ice that was freezing cold

Then boxes full of fish were landed on the lorries and taken to be sold

My Dad knew his onions, he was an excellent fisherman, so I was told

Isn’t it funny what one can remember, from when one was only small ?

My Mother and Fathers faces are familiar, I have their photographs on my wall

I can still see my dear old Dad glued to our television, shouting at the football

Alas he was a chainsmoker, cigarettes was his downfall

Coz at only fifty eight Dad took a massive stroke

And he was never the same man again, it turned him into a different bloke

Huh after his coma, he couldn’t stand seeing people smoke