My Dad
O' dad you taught me lots of things,
O' dad you are a star.
You taught me how to fix a bike,
And engines in a car.
O' dad you taught me right from wrong,
You taught me to respect.
You taught me to take things apart,
And put them back correct.
Although you used to potch a lot,
Dismantle and repair.
When I am potching just like you,
I know that you are there.
Now you're gone I miss your smile,
Your humour and your fun.
We know your watching over us,
Cos you were number one.
Written byDavid Boyce
12 September 2003
DavidBoyce©2003
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