When Roger was born My Mum was told He will be a vegetable As she was given him to hold I have never seen a potato swim Or dance till he nearly passes out Not all Doctors know what they are talking about ! He could be a hand full When he sat himself down And refused to move Tired from walking home from town But Roger loved life Food, music, fun The centre of attention His smile shone like the sun Guinness with fish and chips Caravan holidays that ended too soon Watching Emu’s pink windmill Or the wrestling on a Saturday afternoon He bought love and joy To all that he knew My Brother Roger There'll be no one else like you Chris XXX