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Splidgy splodgy, squishy and squashy
Time to find Dad’s old mackintoshy
Time to jump in the puddles so deep
To splishy and splashy, and cover his feet
In glorious slime and silt from the stream
Making chocolatey coately mud pies with cream
When he was seven, what fun the boys had
When he was eleven splidgy splodging with dad
What joy for a boy and his father to be
Splidging and splodging, through forest and lea
Then to go home and sit by the fire
Drying their clothes with the flames rising higher
Grandpa went fishing, even though it would rain
He wished he was fishing with Grandpa again
Down by the millstream the puddles were huge
The water came over and covered his shoes
Grandpa said jump from the top of the hill
From the bridge near the crossing beside the old mill
It was so high he was a bird in full flight
Just watch where you jump boy, and you’ll be all right
The words of his grandpa are with him today
Though when grandpa died he had nothing to say
Dad coughed and gurgled the day he went down
Now he’s dressed in his best ‘neath puddley ground
Dad’s mackintoshy still hangs in the hall 
Smells of bulls eyes and baccy, like when he was small
Grandpa and Dad are with him today
As into the mud bank he goes out to play

Splidgy splodgy, squishy and squashy
Safe from the rain in Dad’s old mackintoshy
Time to jump in the puddles so deep
To splishy and splashy, and cover his feet
In glorious slime and silt from the stream
Making chocolatey coately mud pies with cream

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