Heavens above, what’s wrong with you?
Please get down from the tree, –
You’re not impressing anyone –
Least of all not me!
Your audacious, sad behaviour
Makes me wish that you weren’t mine –
So stop this silly nonsense
Or I’ll end up doing time!
When it’s chilly you play outside
With your sandpit and your swing
And even though you’re horrible
We still let you back in;
So father dear, remember this –
You’re 75, not ten,
Some day you’ll go in Nursing Home –
And it’s up to me just when…!