Poppa is a Fireman
Poppa is a fireman
And Nana is a painter.
They live on Coochiemudlo Isle
And like to sit
And wait a while
To hear the curlew’s cry.
And Nana is a painter.
They live on Coochiemudlo Isle
And like to sit
And wait a while
To hear the curlew’s cry.
Poppa is a fireman.
He makes the siren go.
The fire truck it bumps along
Disturbs the magpie’s
Solemn song,
And makes the red dust fly.
Poppa is a fireman
But Nana is a painter.
She splashes paint for happy hours,
To make tall trees
And giant flowers,
And bright blue bits of sky.
Poppa is a fireman
And Nana is a painter.
They both like to hold my hand
And build big castles
In the sand,
And cry at our goodbye.
