My Daddy is a teacher
From nine till half past three,
And Mummy works all day and night
Just doing things for me.
When Mummy’s work is finished,
(She says she’s never done)
They put me in their little car
To take me for a run.
I have a bright red bucket
Which Mummy bought for me,
And a little pale blue plastic spade
For digging by the sea.
We go down to the seaside
And find a sheltered space,
They doze or read, I make sand pies
Or crawl about the place.
While Daddy talks to Mummy
I fill my mouth with sand,
And then I climb all over them
With more in either hand.
They’re very patient with me,
I really can’t complain,
So when they’ve brushed the sand all off
I do it once again.
At last the sun is setting
And a calm falls on the sea,
And both of them seem very glad
When a calm descends on me.
I take my little plastic spade,
I clutch my bucket red,
And Daddy puts me on his back
And takes me home to bed.
For Helier 2nd April 1971
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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