When I was a kid, no older than 6, my Dad and I put these lyrics together. I sat in front of his acoustic guitar and he played along as I helped him write these words.

I can’t remember the guitar chords because I can’t play a guitar to save myself; but I remember the lyrics. I’ve always remembered the lyrics. And that moment. I remember excitedly showing Mum our little ditty when she came home from work and being told “that’s a bit grim” - Dad and I got a laugh out of that. Here are those lyrics:

I'm walkin' through the rain again
I'm walkin' through the snow
And I'm feelin' kinda lonely
With no place to go -
No cash n' no car
No-one to talk to
No wife and no kids
No-one to play with -
I guess I'll go and eat worms
Yes, I guess I'll go and eat worms
YUCK!

Then the guitar would fiddle off into a little cheery wind-up at the end.

Simple, beautiful, childhood memory. One of the few afforded to me before he was taken from us.

I wanted to document this because I had a moment of panic today when I realised I’d ALMOST forgotten the lyrics.

Love ya Dad. Bless.