Big Mark

Of losing brain cells big Mark holds no fear As at the weekends he drinks heaps of beer, A can to two to three and then to four, To five six seven and often times even more. In Yorkshire he first saw the light of day In England more than half of a World away And to Australia he came with his family When he was ten in seventy two or three. If ever you're in Dandenong he say Call in to see me if you pass that way I live at sixty three on David Street And my wife and children I'd like you to meet. He's quite a character this fellow Mark And there's nothing he likes better than good lark And laughter's flame in the work place he stoke As he never fails to come up with good joke. How kind of him to ask me to his house To have a beer and meet his kids and spouse And who know some day I might knock on his door With a six pack and spend an hour or more.