Papa, tell us a story,

About our family’s glory…

Exciting tales

Of life in Wales,

Did we back then own a dory?

Momma, tell of your side,

That clipper ship was quite a ride…

A cabin boy

In ship’s employ,

Did he sail up the Clyde?

Which relatives we’ll visit,

How can we stay just a minute…

Some are so old

They’d catch a cold

If they were somebody’s tenant?

They want to serve some tea,

If I agree–what’s the matter with me…

They’re being kind

Aren’t we blind

To deny hospitality?

Some stories you never told,

We search them out growing old…

Family hurts

And losing of shirts,

No wonder some people act cold!


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