He was born in a Tent on the Thirteenth of June
On a West Australian gold field by the light of the moon
The name of the town was Bunbury and all men toiled there
Black and white and all a sundry
The son of a cabinet maker was he
One of five children he came to be
To Melbourne Victoria they moved to seek
Their fame and fortune one cold winters week
He worked in his Farther`s factory
Until he lost his fingers on his right hand, one ,two and three
His initials spelled w a r and life was a battle time after time
He would fight and win some when he was in his prime
He carried a chip on his broad shoulder
It got bigger and bigger as he grew older and bolder
He wasn`t always the nasty person you would see
He used to play pranks on my brothers sisters and me
We had our times of laughter and fun
My dad loved the sea side and to be out in the sun
But the pain of Osteo Arthritis made him sad and bitter
He used to grin and bear it he was no quitter
We had a farm on a hill with goats, cows and chickens
But the return of the toil was mighty slim picken`s
So he sold it and to a new town we did roam
Number one York street was to be our home
After a mixed business and a pet shop or two
He went out of business and did not know what to do
So he went back to his trade a mechanic was he
He repaired cars,Bulldozers and graders you see
But the pain and years of medication had taken it`s toll
His agony got worst and tugged at his soul
He died a young man of only fifty one
This is what pain and cortisone had done
The year was nine teen seventy when he passed from our line
Although he was grumpy and also would wine
He was our Dad and deep down we love him so
And our love for him we`ll never let go
Our thoughts of him and love will never part
For although he is in Gods kingdom
He is also ,in our heart.
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