The Lido

THE teacher said, “Listen closely, to what I have to say

They’ve built a lovely bathing pool where you can swim and play.

Once a week from school you’ll go there and learn just how to swim

Not only the clever ones, but you who are so dim!”

Oh those wondrous summer days when we marched along the road

Clutching towel and sandwiches, laughing at the load.

I can hear the voices still – sharp, echoing against the water;

As we laughed and did those things what teacher said we oughta!

The water warm to young ones, the sky was high and blue

Yes, the sun poured down upon us if we were lucky too.

The finest lido in the south it became that day,

Now I take grandchildren there and listen to music play.

The ripples of the laughter are gay as ever still

While our pool is with us, echo laughs it always will.