Little and Large

Clean and pressed and polished, were the clothes that he was wearing

Walking tall and straight was he, with military bearing

With him striding fast, was a blue-eyed little boy

Gleeful to be out with him, was this little pride and joy

They stroll along hand-in-hand, as they go their merry way

With just one glance you can tell, it's been a lovely day

'Grandad, can we go to McDonalds for our tea?'

'If you can spell McDonalds, then my lad we'll see'

The young man ponders, and his eyes begin to dim

Then reanimated, he turns and looking up to him.

'Grandad I've been thinking, and an idea's come to me,

Instead of chips and burger, do you fancy KFC?'

Grandad stops and says, 'I like your thinking, son,

No question there, lad. That's one that you have won'

He looked down, his eyes aglow with pride

At the little fellow, striding by his side

It's clear to see the love, bright in Grandad's eyes

'Wherever you want to go, son. That can be your prize.'

They've raised a problem solver with a real life skill

A man who, once he's working, won't be sweating in a mill.

Officer material, he thinks that's plain to see

At least he'd make a captain, maybe higher up the tree

He believes that he could grow to be a real sterling chap

and who knows... perhaps the one officer that they let have a map?