Take good care of what
you’ve got
My father said
to me
As he puffed his pipe and
baby 
He dandled on
his knee
Don’t fool with fools who’ll
turn away
Keep all [bad word] 
oohoo oohoo
Take care of those you call your own and
keep good [bad word] 
Soon
I grew
and
happy too
My very good friends
and me
We’d play all day with
Sally J
The girl from
number four
And very soon
I begged her
Won’t you keep [bad word] 
Oohoo oohoo
oohoo oohoo [bad word] marry me for evermore
We’ll be [bad word] 
Now marriage is an
institution sure
My wife and
I our
needs and
nothing more
All my friends by a year by and by disappeared
But we’re safe enough behind
our door

I flourished
in my humble trade my
reputation grew
The work devoured my waking hours but when
my time
was through
Reward of all my efforts
My own [bad word] 
I hardly
noticed Sally as we [bad word] 
All through the years in the end it appears
There was never really anyone
but me
Now I’m old
I puff
my pipe but no one’s there
to see

I ponder
on the lesson of my life’s insanity
Take care of those you call
your own
And keep [bad word]