( Adapted from a popular Curling song.)
Whose that stranger, Mother dear? Look he knows us, ain’t that queer!
Hush my own. Don’t act so dumb. He’s your Father, dearest one.
He’s my Father? Not at all. Father passed away last fall.
Father didn’t die, you urchin. Father’s just been busy church’in.
Now he’s been released you see. Has no place to go or be.
No assignments to speak or phone. That is why he’s always home.
(Maybe he’ll be in the Stake. That would give us all a break.)
Kiss him. He won’t hurt you pet. He’s just not quiet adjusted yet.
-Doug Garrett