When Papa got his squeezebox out We all knew it was time for fun An evening of joy and frivolity After the daily chores were done Papa played all our favorite tunes And always let me dance for him He even taught me some fancy steps My heart still remembers them Our Papa was blessed with a talent That many folks would take for granted A true God-given flare for music He made the instruments sound enchanted His hands grew stiff and gnarled As the years went flying by It got harder and harder for him to play But he never failed to gave it a try Through sour notes and forgetfulness He still played each tune with pride But the squeezebox was silenced forever The night our dear Papa died When time turns backward to my youth And the years of life's hard knocks The fondest thoughts of my memory Are of Papa and his old squeezebox Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© July 10, 2007 All Rights Reserved

Tube from Gillys World
Misted tubes from Mags & Tags


Float Script by Kurt Grigg
Courtesy of Dynamic Drive

Frank's Twist
Sequenced by Frank Schober
Grandpa Schober's Original Midi Files