Pevar danvez-den

FOUR FUTURE-MEN

 

---There are four fine souls I know

Oh! Four distinguished children!

Who run around high and low

Throughout the year's four seasons.

They jump in ditches

They fill up their shoes

They clamber to treetops

Oh! Nothing's to be done with them!

At feeding themselves they're not so bad

There they take delight,

They've beaten all the other lads,

They're far from being erudite.

And when they return home

With their britches all torn

With their shirts in shreds

Within either hats nor shoes

Their father says then:

What have I done to God?

That he gives me as a penance

Four devils like that!...

But then their mother says each night

Her thanks to the good Lord

For those four little devils,

Full of energy and life!

 

12/20/64.

To four future men:

Eildrig, Fulup, Yannig and Padraig C.