Somebody's Darling

William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
When he stumbled on the body of a boy beside the road
He bestowed on him the dignity he felt the boy was owed
He picked up the body and buried him gentle and good
And by his own hand he carved him a marker of wood
And the boy had no papers to tell of his name
A penniless lad without fortune or fame
So he chiselled the wood with these words true and clear
"Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
And seasons came with wind and rain and many an angry storm
Till the words that he carved in the wood were becoming quite worn
So he added a stone after thirty-eight years
Saying "Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
When William Rigney passed away they laid his corpse to rest
In the place where stood that poor boy's grave, it was his last request
And inscribed these words upon his stone
The man who laid Somebody's Darling in the grave beside his own
William Rigney is a name that should be widely known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
And Ministers and Presidents turn desperate folk away
And newsmen peddle hatred for them every single day
They're only human beings same as you and me
But it seems our politicians leave them drowning in the sea
Out of sight and out of mind they really just don't care
Out upon the waves Somebody's Darling drowning there
They'd rather drink Champagne and give another speech
And ignore Somebody's Darling washed up on the beach
Unknown soldier, unknown sailor, unknown refugee
Each Somebody's Darling and deserving dignity
It pains me sore to see the way so many people do
Pour scorn upon the one and yet revere the other two
William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own


© Rob Waldteufel

Somebody's Darling

William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
When he stumbled on the body of a boy beside the road
He bestowed on him the dignity he felt the boy was owed
He picked up the body and buried him gentle and good
And by his own hand he carved him a marker of wood
And the boy had no papers to tell of his name
A penniless lad without fortune or fame
So he chiselled the wood with these words true and clear
"Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
And seasons came with wind and rain and many an angry storm
Till the words that he carved in the wood were becoming quite worn
So he added a stone after thirty-eight years
Saying "Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
When William Rigney passed away they laid his corpse to rest
In the place where stood that poor boy's grave, it was his last request
And inscribed these words upon his stone
The man who laid Somebody's Darling in the grave beside his own
William Rigney is a name that should be widely known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
And Ministers and Presidents turn desperate folk away
And newsmen peddle hatred for them every single day
They're only human beings same as you and me
But it seems our politicians leave them drowning in the sea
Out of sight and out of mind they really just don't care
Out upon the waves Somebody's Darling drowning there
They'd rather drink Champagne and give another speech
And ignore Somebody's Darling washed up on the beach
Unknown soldier, unknown sailor, unknown refugee
Each Somebody's Darling and deserving dignity
It pains me sore to see the way so many people do
Pour scorn upon the one and yet revere the other two
William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own


© Rob Waldteufel

Somebody's Darling

William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
When he stumbled on the body of a boy beside the road
He bestowed on him the dignity he felt the boy was owed
He picked up the body and buried him gentle and good
And by his own hand he carved him a marker of wood
And the boy had no papers to tell of his name
A penniless lad without fortune or fame
So he chiselled the wood with these words true and clear
"Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
And seasons came with wind and rain and many an angry storm
Till the words that he carved in the wood were becoming quite worn
So he added a stone after thirty-eight years
Saying "Somebody's Darling lies buried here"
When William Rigney passed away they laid his corpse to rest
In the place where stood that poor boy's grave, it was his last request
And inscribed these words upon his stone
The man who laid Somebody's Darling in the grave beside his own
William Rigney is a name that should be widely known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own
And Ministers and Presidents turn desperate folk away
And newsmen peddle hatred for them every single day
They're only human beings same as you and me
But it seems our politicians leave them drowning in the sea
Out of sight and out of mind they really just don't care
Out upon the waves Somebody's Darling drowning there
They'd rather drink Champagne and give another speech
And ignore Somebody's Darling washed up on the beach
Unknown soldier, unknown sailor, unknown refugee
Each Somebody's Darling and deserving dignity
It pains me sore to see the way so many people do
Pour scorn upon the one and yet revere the other two
William Rigney is a name that should be better known
Although he had no money, nor estates to call his own


© Rob Waldteufel

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From the time of his first term of office....

Bigger Tree

(penned on the occasion of the UK government announcement of Trump's impending state visit)

Far across the ocean wide
There lives a mardy lardy lump
All puffed with narcissistic pride
I do believe they call him Trump
He lies and steals and robs and cheats
And daily sends out toxic tweets
With all the venom he can muster
With bigotry and bile and bluster
My head is in my hands, oh dear
This cannot be, but yes, I hear
This racist windbag's coming here
What idiot had this idea?
The White Supremacist in Chief
Fraudster, sexist, racist thief
I shake my head in disbelief
I hope at least his visit's brief
And hoping not to be outdone
And maybe spoil the bigot's fun
I offer up a better way
That nature conjures up in May
Standing tall and very proud
No forelocks tugged nor heads all bowed
Even Trump can't cast aspersion
Over this, our own sweet version
A bigger tree....of white supremacy.

© Rob Waldteufel

Spider

I spied a wee spider, a spider I spied,
And the spider I spied spied me.
In a voice soft and mellow
I said "My dear fellow
You're welcome to stay here for free
My home, it is humble, but if you would care
To make it your own I will willingly share"
He understood well,
I could easily tell
For by the break of the very next day
He had worked through the night,
And, to my great delight,
A wonderful web did display.
The mozzies and midges and buzzy old flies
That used to torment and bring tears to my eyes
My dutiful sentinel eight legged friend
Lured them each every one to their end
And my spider grew fat
In his web where he sat
And I know there are some who would kill him on sight
Or catch him and throw him out into the night
But as long as he stays here I'll help him survive
And I hope he will prosper and thrive.


© Rob Waldteufel

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