From: Joy Green 
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Filk: A duet for Death and Susan
Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2001 00:55:59 +1200




TTO Clive Dunn's immortal classic, "Grandad"

I've been sitting here all day, thinking,
Watching sands slip away, thinking;
What's it all about?
I'd like to just get out
To do more than my thankless task

The hourglasses' mournful sound, hissing
I sit here alone and down, wishing
For more than duty's call
Some time to have a ball
Is that really too much to ask?

Grandad, Grandad, the duty,
That's what's expected of you.
Grandad, Grandad, the duty,
It's what we need you to do.

Fields full of harvest wheat, sighing;
A sleigh stuffed with gifts and sweets, flying,
To see something more than fear
In faces as I draw near
Makes a change once in a while

Every worker needs to play, sometime,
A short break a holiday, fun time 
Give me some time to pack
I promise that I'll be back
The thought makes me (naturally) smile

Grandad, Grandad, the duty,
That's what's expected of you.
Grandad, Grandad, the duty,
It's what we need you to do.

GRANDAD!