Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Do A Little, Leave A Lot
Your eyes shone radiant bright,
Valiant Man of the Land,
Leather bucket in hand,
Ever a kind word for children,
A timely feed for the hens,
With country ways few now understand,
Sam Towers, you loved what you'd got,
You said: 'Do a little, leave a lot!'
Poisoned in the Second World War,
By bad water that made your kidneys rot,
You must've suffered all your life
Whilst ne'er paying it any mind,
Sam Towers, you loved horses
All animals, indeed, except foxes!
For half a century you dug your vegetable plot,
Saying: 'Do a little, leave a lot!'
Friends and family came from far-off places,
To Cotesbach for a sad/fond farewell,
Jet plane travel was alien to you,
Every blade of churchyard grass was your world,
Where once you mowed, now you rest,
You always brought what you liked best,
Eschewing all life's worthless grot,
You did more than a little and left us a lot!
Dedicated to the memory of Sam Towers 1918-2006, Cotesbach