in remembrance of Robert McDowell
Jack of all trades, master of none
There are so many things this man has done.
He followed the races, he followed the stars,
He followed some trails and hopped a few bars.
He flew and he sailed,
He hammered and nailed.
He built cradles and chimes
And played organ at times.
With some tanks and a wetsuit he dove in the sea.
With some boards on his feet on the water he'd ski.
He polished some rocks
And could pick simple locks.
He grew pretty roses
And patched leaky hoses.
He could tap out Morse code
On horses he'd rode.
With wax and a sheet
Made a shelter complete.
A very fine bookcase he surely had made.
A pretty good pool game he surely had played.
He dug some big holes and in one put a pool.
He studied quite hard to finish night school.
He sailed in a sailboat he built with his hands.
He talked 'round the world with some guys they call Hams.
If he needed a wall he could lay a few bricks.
There was even a time he could do magic tricks.
So what would you say if he had been your Dad
I do know this much, he is mine and I'm glad.