Mud Pies and Mackintoshes

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