Just in time for Father’s Day.  Inspired by those old salty sea airs.  I can’t write music, but the tune is in my head.  Make up your own tune and sing this one to your Pappy and see if it doesn’t bring a smile to his face!

Belly’s Ahoy, lads

Belly’s Ahoy!

We’ll all come shaking

Belly’s Ahoy.

Some dress in glad rags,

some jump for joy

All come shouting

Belly’s Ahoy!

We’re not making mischief

nor is this a ploy

we’re merely observing

Belly’s Ahoy!

Now each lad and lass, boy

each girl and boy

take wind of the weather,

Belly’s Ahoy!

With temperatures rising

bare midriffs deploy

loosen your topsail

Belly’s Ahoy!

Come now my hearties

we won’t destroy

your slim silhouette

with our Belly’s Ahoy.

There[‘s no need to boast

or be modestly coy

join all the host

singing Belly’s Ahoy!