Charlie Finn, R.I.P.
How well the windowsill fit his chin:
He loved to watch the world, did Charlie Finn.
In and out of sight
Or in the grass winking
Little stars taking flight
Two cars off on an endless curve
Careful now! – They weave and wearve
Round and round the whole edge of the tub –
Two cars crashing! then – blub
Two cars crashing! then – blub!
There once was a young man called Howard
Whom nobody ever called coward
He stood big and strong
A legend of song