Uncle Albert Poem by Clive Blake

He was always known to everyone as Uncle Albert,
He used to sign all my birthday cards as Uncle Albert,
He used to turn around when I shouted Uncle Albert,
He was who we visited when we went to see Uncle Albert.

But I'm sorry to say, he's now belated,
Sadly passed away, dead and cremated.

And what I can't understand,
And what I am eager to learn,
Is why has everyone stopped calling him Uncle Albert,
And started calling him Uncle Ern?