Superman

My dad told me when he was young

And fit as fit could be

As the best Saharan lumberjack

He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur

From York to Timbuctu

He took it back to London

And put it in the Zoo

Then later on in World War two

The German horde he beat

With just his trusty penknife

He forced them to retreat

He's swam the Indian ocean

Ate crocodiles for tea

Paddled up Niagara falls

And still got home by three

When I tell of fathers exploits

Friends give me such a ribbing

They say his tales are tall ones

And that my dad is fibbing

But, I know my dads not lying

There is no way he can

I know my dads not lying

He's a real life Superman

© John W Fenn 14-02-2009