Hugh

(To the tune of ‘my favourite things’)

Strange floppy head wear and long cotton trousers
Sheep at the backdoor of old rural houses
Dancing in moonlight with drums, flutes and strings
These are a few of Hughs’ favourite things

Marriage and daughters both pretty and many
Long groggy slumbers to woken thoughts – when he
Will speak of the dreams that his future will bring
They’re certain to be all of Hughs’ favourite things

Canoeing and trekking in strange foreign places
Thick gooey sun cream on ageing pale faces
Birthdays-a-plenty with lots more to sing
These are a few of Hugh’s favourite things

When the sea’s rough
When the mates’ gruff
When Hugh’s feeling sad
A cashew or two
And Phenergan will do
And then he don’t feel so bad.