Tattoo Sam sailed all over the world
where sheets and maps and mysteries unfurled.
When he was a lad, Sam worked on a ship.
No other boatswain could match his fierce grip.
Tattoo Sam is no sham of a man.
He’s a tailor, a sailor, he’s a man with a plan!
from the fairest Cape, all the way to Aruba.
He could somersault, cartwheel and jump really high and is still well known as one heck of a guy.
Tattoo Sam’s seen all sorts of things: See-saws, sea-shores, a mermaid who sings.
He’s seen flying japatis and eaten things called sosaties,
playedthedidgeridoo andevenbeentoTimbuktu.
Wherever he went, whatever
he
saw
this world and its people, have left him in awe.
Tattoo Sam’s oldest tattoo reads “Mum”.
He drinks tea with me because I’m his best chum...
When Tattoo Sam finally found his red Rose.
He knelt on one knee to strike a pose.
He never thought he’d throw anchor
“That’s what Rose did, for that I thank her,”
They were so sure their baby would be a son, they called her Sammy, though I call her Mum.
Sam likes to have fun, come hell or high water
He takes after me: I’m his granddaughter.
Tattoo Sam likes it when I come to stay.
We have tea parties and skim stones in the bay.
while we enjoy a nice cup of tea.
Down on the shore, I will sit on his knee
“It’s a big wide wonderful world,” he’ll say.
That, I too will discover one day.