Personal Encounters of an Empath

as a child I asked my dad
What songs in olden Germany they had..
he looked and thought and began to
recite.
Meine hut erh hat drie ecke - sweet
I wasn't impressed..
Meine hut er hat drive ecke it's not the best..
I was nine. Fifty two years ago.
that moment was lost in time..
Along with my father..
What are the chances I should wake.
at three a.m in the morning and switch on the TV.. to see an old.
American B movie..
Three drunken youths singing
Meine Hutt erh hat drie ecke..
drie ecke hat mein hutt
und hast est nicht drie ecker
So wahr ist nicht mein hutt...
.. hello my lovely daddy..