Billy the Milkman
All smiles and talk
Went to work with a happy face
Bringing joy each place he would walk
Collecting bottles from the milk float
At five am every day
Out on his rounds
He went out on his way
Driving the streets so early
Up with the Lark
Who is chirping and chattering
As he flies around in the dark
Somewhere in the distance
A dog barks, quite a din
Where, at his first customer Mr Jones
Is having a lie in
Clink clank, go the bottles
As Billy walks up the path to the house
Trying to be silent
Like the proverbial Mouse
Delivering his quota of milk
To everyone on his round
Is his expectation
As his feet he does pound
Running between houses
So to finish as quick, as he can
He bring Milk, Loaves and Butter
And the odd small fruit juice or two
To keep his customers happy
There is nothing he will not do
But one Friday morning
As he had nearly finished his round
Someone crept up behind him
Not making a sound
He was grabbed around the neck
Heard, your money or your life
Realising he was being robbed
His first thoughts, were for his kids and his wife
As the attacker tried to steal his money pouch
Which, was attached to his waist rather tightly
So as to safeguard the money he collected
Throughout, the early morning light
He thought to himself
I will not be robbed at knife point today
He brought back his head
And his arm released Billy
Almost straight away
Old Mrs Sullivan
Out walking her dog
As she did in all weathers
Come Rain, Snow or Fog
Had seen what was happening to Billy
And picked a piece of wood
And hit the attacker on the side of his head
As hard as she could
Down he went moaning
Stunned and distraught
As P C Maguire arrived
The thief was well and truly caught
Billy was indebted to Mrs Sullivan
For her assistance when it mattered
And for the next hour or so
Over tea they just chattered
But Billy suddenly remembered
He still had his round to conclude
It had been an eventful morning
With the villain complexly subdued
And on his way to the police station With P C Maguire
But Billy still had to deliver his Milk, and his food
On reaching the Dairy at the finish of his day
To the cheers from his colleagues
He went on to say
You never realise the friends that you make
As every morning you wend your merry way
Smiling and laughing with his patrons
Making a bright start to their morning lives
Saying good morning Mr So and so
And smiling at their wives
A simple man Billy may be
But he touches many people’s hearts its true
And brings a smile and goodwill to everyone
He meets in the darkened morning hue