When i was a boy
I fished the canal
with a stick some cotton
and a worm
I’d sit on the canal bank
In the warmth of the sun
And I’d watch
has that worm did squirm
Back then the canal
Was filled with life
So full of wild creatures
It could be cut with a knife
Frogs, toads, sticklebacks
To name just a few
While over head
May fly’s and dragon fly’s flew
The water was clear
You could see to the mud
That bubbled with life
Like a giant soapsud
But now that I’m grown
The canal’s just a pit
Filled with old shopping trolleys
And all kinds of s**t.
The life is all gone
You can’t even find a snail
If you do find a frog
It is very sick and pale
Now when I walk the canal
I get a tear in my eye.
And the little boy inside me
he starts to cry
