All is quiet as my brood all sleep
Crazy days and insane ways
The memories are mine to keep

On golden sands we merrily play
With cricket bat and bluish ball
My role of fatherhood guides my way

I watch them closely with love
Protective and loving
As the sun shines up above

We eat fish and chips close to the sea
An immense sense of pride stirs
Observing the resemblances of me

Knowing I need to steer them along
Through their up and downs
In our arms they will always belong