THATS THE WAY THEY IKE IT

That's the way they liked it

My boys, my boys ,my dearest boys,
With snowy hair and noisy toys.
Helped all they could with vigour
'Cos work on the farm there always was
for smaller and for bigger
So long as Mum cooked up a feed,
they'd eat it all with greed.
Then when the creek was flowing fast
down they'd go and float a raft.
If danger there was to them then
that's the way they liked it
In dirt they'd play
They'd stay out all day
And the dirtier they got the better
For that's the way they liked it.
Muddy football boots, socks and shorts.
after a tough and scrambling game
that's the way they liked it.
Then kindness and thought
for others for nought.
Once on a job they'd never shirk
Work on they did for they were committed
do anything at all if they were permitted.
So proud I am of both my boys
Grown to manhood now and with cheeky grins
and prickly chins
they keep us all delighted
Great fathers they are to children taught
to respect their elders as they ought
Adored by their children, each other, sister and I
They will give anything a try
Good with their hands they fix and make,
machinery and timber, a fence or gate.
As you can tell by now, as my verse is done
I love those boys each as one . By Coral Boucher