MY LITTLE JACK RUSSELL
My little Jack Russell is so full of fun.
She likes to keep you on the run.
Deep down she is a fagin at heart.
But without her I would never part.
She pinches our slippers, shoes and socks.
And hides them in her favourite spot.
Her escapades are oh so many.
There's nobody like our sweet little penny.
She likes to keep you on the run.
Deep down she is a fagin at heart.
But without her I would never part.
She pinches our slippers, shoes and socks.
And hides them in her favourite spot.
Her escapades are oh so many.
There's nobody like our sweet little penny.
THE MOON
The moon is shining oh so bright.
Lighting up the cold dark night.
She always seems to be alone.
Alone with her heart of stone.
The stars have tried to woo her twice.
But to those she isn't nice.
She's got her eyes on a twinkling star
That's always shining from afar.
She hates the sight of Mr Sun.
Because he's the most popular one.
She stays clear of him if she can.
She calls him a doddering middle aged man.
She always will be left alone.
Alone with her icy heart of stone.
Lighting up the cold dark night.
She always seems to be alone.
Alone with her heart of stone.
The stars have tried to woo her twice.
But to those she isn't nice.
She's got her eyes on a twinkling star
That's always shining from afar.
She hates the sight of Mr Sun.
Because he's the most popular one.
She stays clear of him if she can.
She calls him a doddering middle aged man.
She always will be left alone.
Alone with her icy heart of stone.
SUMMER DAYS
Summertime is here to stay.
The season we should be happy and gay.
The sun is shining all day long.
Birds are singing a lovely song.
Bees are busy in their hives.
Isn't it grand to be alive.
Flowers are blooming all around.
Making a pretty carpet on the ground.
The little brook goes babbling by.
Never waiting for you or I.
Butterflies flutter in and out of the trees.
Whispering sweet nothings to the gentle breeze.
The season we should be happy and gay.
The sun is shining all day long.
Birds are singing a lovely song.
Bees are busy in their hives.
Isn't it grand to be alive.
Flowers are blooming all around.
Making a pretty carpet on the ground.
The little brook goes babbling by.
Never waiting for you or I.
Butterflies flutter in and out of the trees.
Whispering sweet nothings to the gentle breeze.
THE OLD OAK TREE
When I was a child.
Under the old oak tree across the way.
I dreamt of castles in the air.
And imagined I was a princess there.
I'd run barefoot through the woods.
And watched the cows as they chew the cud.
I'd wander down to the lily pond.
And watched the bees outside their hives.
Pollinating the flowers that grew beside.
Then walk along to the little stream.
And see the baby herons fast asleep.
The butterflies were a sight to see.
Fluttering in and out of the butterfly tree.
Birds were singing so merrily.
Enjoying the gentle summer breeze
The memory is still with me.
When I played under the old oak tree.
Under the old oak tree across the way.
I dreamt of castles in the air.
And imagined I was a princess there.
I'd run barefoot through the woods.
And watched the cows as they chew the cud.
I'd wander down to the lily pond.
And watched the bees outside their hives.
Pollinating the flowers that grew beside.
Then walk along to the little stream.
And see the baby herons fast asleep.
The butterflies were a sight to see.
Fluttering in and out of the butterfly tree.
Birds were singing so merrily.
Enjoying the gentle summer breeze
The memory is still with me.
When I played under the old oak tree.
SWEET MOTHER OF MINE
You used to nurse me on your knee.
And sing sweet lullabies to me.
I loved to brush your hair of gold.
You were a picture to behold.
I kissed away your fears and tears.
You've grown more precious through the years.
And though your hair has turned to grey.
I love you more and more each day.
And sing sweet lullabies to me.
I loved to brush your hair of gold.
You were a picture to behold.
I kissed away your fears and tears.
You've grown more precious through the years.
And though your hair has turned to grey.
I love you more and more each day.
ODE TO A LOVED ONE
I thank you for giving me the happiest days of my life.
That lucky day when you asked me to be your wife.
New years day was rainy with dark clouds above.
But we were happy and so much in love.
We've had our ups and we've had our downs.
Shed a few tears and had our frowns.
Some happy days and some so sad.
But looking back things weren't so bad.
We've had our rows And called each other names.
For that I will take some of the blame.
Now that you have passed away.
I love you more and more each day.
That lucky day when you asked me to be your wife.
New years day was rainy with dark clouds above.
But we were happy and so much in love.
We've had our ups and we've had our downs.
Shed a few tears and had our frowns.
Some happy days and some so sad.
But looking back things weren't so bad.
We've had our rows And called each other names.
For that I will take some of the blame.
Now that you have passed away.
I love you more and more each day.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW
Where are the people of yesteryear..
The friendly people who used to be here.
Caring for family and friends and others.
These days people can't be bothered.
When my children were small they used to play.
With children that lived across the way.
Two or three families got together.
Went to the seaside whatever the weather.
Or went on holidays or country walks.
Oh how they enjoyed it my couldn't they talk.
People were happy and friendly then.
Can somebody tell me when did it end.
These days they seem to shout and be snappy
Aren't any of us feeling happy.
But then I think what's it all for.
We only hear of fighting and war.
Of people tortured and killings galore.
When will it end I cannot say.
Everyone seems to go their own way.
The friendly people who used to be here.
Caring for family and friends and others.
These days people can't be bothered.
When my children were small they used to play.
With children that lived across the way.
Two or three families got together.
Went to the seaside whatever the weather.
Or went on holidays or country walks.
Oh how they enjoyed it my couldn't they talk.
People were happy and friendly then.
Can somebody tell me when did it end.
These days they seem to shout and be snappy
Aren't any of us feeling happy.
But then I think what's it all for.
We only hear of fighting and war.
Of people tortured and killings galore.
When will it end I cannot say.
Everyone seems to go their own way.
SWEET LITTLE PINKY
I'm stubborn and sweet.
I get under your feet.
Whenever you are cutting your meat.
I eat your toe nails.
Especially the males.
Because to me they're a treat.
If anyone shouts tea.
My tail wags with glee.
Cause I know there's one for me.
If you put the P on inky.
You'll know my name is Pinky.
I get under your feet.
Whenever you are cutting your meat.
I eat your toe nails.
Especially the males.
Because to me they're a treat.
If anyone shouts tea.
My tail wags with glee.
Cause I know there's one for me.
If you put the P on inky.
You'll know my name is Pinky.