The Dorset Street Kays

New Year's Day - 1929

Have patience with me and I will hold forth
And tell of some people who come from the North,
A family gifted in so many nice ways,
They'll be known in this poem as Dorset Street Kays

The Mother, she's lovely, she's sweet, she's divine,
And far beyond praise from this poor pen of mine.
She adds to the pleasures in passing of days,
We'll give her two verses in Dorset Street Kays

So, Dame, to thy beauty we sing loud and long,
We pray you accept from this poor humble song
Our best and kind wishes as part of thy praise.
O! wonderful partner in Dorset Street Kays

The father, poor chap, we know he's not great,
Ther's much he will promise will often come late
But still he's not bad as his dear wife oft says.
So we give him one verse of the Dorset Street Kays

Their first born, a Soldier, and plays a good part,
For he works for King George with jolly good heart.
He's a Lance Bombardier in the line of R.A's.
He's to build up the fortunes of Dorset Street Kays

Their kind eldest daughter, she's lovely and fair,
With a slim dainty figure and bright frizzy hair,
At the Derby Co-op an important part plays,
And she's not a bad asset to Dorset Street Kays.

And daughter the second, a fine handsome girl,
Dark eyes, lovely hair with just a bit curl.
Away out on the Hills at a golf house she stays
And comes home week ends to see Dorset Street Kays

There's a son goes to school, he is quite a good lad,
He's a swimmer, does woodwork, so that is not bad.
Quite soon he'll be working, and will bring home his pays
That will add to the coffers of Dorset Street Kays.

They've a daughter, their third, a quaint child and odd,
She answers your question with a wag or a nod,
She makes a good second for oft she delays
To obey the commands of the Dorset Street Kays.

And two of them "are not" for God called them Home,
In His cool green pastures with angels they roam
For they live in His presence and will wait till He says,
"Go, stand by to welcome the Dorset Street Kays."