A long time ago
In our home made of tin
We children played together
Whether outside or in.
There was no inside bathroom
But did we really care
To how we washed and changed
Or how we did our hair.
We would play out in the fields
The trees were there to climb
We made buttercup chains in the meadows
And gave no thought of time.
Living in our tin hut home
Was many years ago
But childhood memories still remain
Of a special time of long ago.
Billy was a lively lad
Who never seemed to sit
He would run and jump around all day
By bedtime he was shattered and ready for his kip.
He would climb the hills and roll the banks
But never seemed to tire
Where did he get his energy
Billy the live wire.
From dawn till dusk the energy flowed
The outdoor life he loved
The freedom to roam, like a bird in the sky
A fish in the sea, or a lonesome Dove.
I bought myself an Easter egg
To eat on Easter day
I had a little tasty
Then put the rest away.
Willpower was not my strongest point
So would I succumb to fate?
Could I leave my Easter egg?
Until a later date.
Alas it didn’t happen
Succumb to fate I did
A little nibbles, a little more
Till that Easter egg was no more.
Naughty but nice
I use to be an usherette, best job I ever had
With torch in hand I’d show you to your seat
Its dark in here I can’t see, can we sit here?
I’d turn around where were you; you’d found yourself a seat.
Young couples in the back row
With thoughts for just each other
Older folk would stare and tut
At couples with arms around each other.
Saturday mornings was ABC Minors
When all the kids were in
Behave yourselves, stop doing that we’d say
And sure enough they nearly always did.
We would go around with an ice cream tray
And sell to the clientele
Got any more choc-ices love
No, but we have orange maids instead.
Working as an usherette
We got to see the films for free
But years have passed since those glory days
Now that job is not for me.
Why are there different colours?
Why do we say, it’s there in black and white
Why do we drive on the left side?
While some countries drive on the right.
Why are there so many colours to a rainbow?
Why do the stars shine so bright?
Why does the sun come out during daylight?
And why does the moon shine at night.
Why do hounds chase foxes, it seems so cruel
Why do we catch fish with a hook?
Is this what we call a sport or tradition?
Or is it some rule that was written in a book.
There are many reasons why and how things are different
Like hot and cold climates, rich and poor countries
And why do people fight wars
Why do we sometimes answer a question with a “why“
A question that we have all asked
From time to time.
Who would be a football manager
Who would want the stress
The weekly trials, the lack of points
We’re near the bottom what a mess.
Standing by the touchline
The pain on your face
Who would be a football manager
Who could take the pace.
We need just three more points
To save us from the drop
Come on lads, keep it going
Pretend we’re at the top.
But alas it didn’t happen
So now we’re going down
The look of dejection, the look of pain
Who would be a football manager, who could take the strain.
But next season we’ll be back there
To fight our way back up
With a new manager to guide us
We’ll be challenging for the cup.
As dusk falls, the air cools
A frog crawls from under a rock
I sit and watch this fellow
He wouldn’t dare come out while the weather was hot.
A snail followed by another
Go down to the water to drink
Where do all these night creatures come from?
I often stop to think.
Now where did that hedgehog come from?
And where’s he going to
He doesn’t seem too bothered
At the sight of me and you.
At night the gardens come to life
With creatures large and small
As an owl swoops down on its prey
You can hear the foxes call.