My Claire & My Michelle
Let’s spare a thought for Fathers; they live in their own
zone
They say “hello, how are you?” then they hand your Mum the
phone.
At things like sharing feelings, let’s admit they don’t do
well
But the lucky ones have daughters like my Claire and my
Michelle.
I see their mother in the way they love this family
They give this family the love their mother gives to me.
The things that they’ll accomplish only time will tell
Their father thanks his angel for his Claire and his
Michelle.
As they were as children, so they are as adults still,
They cause a little worry but they give us such a thrill
They captured me as toddlers with a loving spell
And I’d never, ever swap my Claire and my Michelle.
Each one an individual, both are sovereign states
They may have their arguments but still the best of mates.
I just feel so close to them no matter where they dwell
There are no better daughters than my Claire and my
Michelle.
It’s Claire the master physicist, Claire the loving mum
Claire the one that gave the name to Argon in my tum!
Like me she wrote a masterpiece that nobody can sell
No one else has talent like my Claire and my Michelle.
It’s Michelle who’s the worrier yet always sees it through
And speaks her mind more boldly than other doctors do
She’s the friend with loyalty as sound as any bell
I could not be prouder of my Claire and my Michelle.
I see their mother in the way they love this family
They give this family the love their mother gives to me.
All their many attributes I haven’t time to tell
Their father thanks his angel for his Claire and his
Michelle.
Let’s spare a thought for Fathers; they live in their own
zone
They say “hello, how are you?” then they hand your Mum the
phone.
At things like sharing feelings, lets’s admit they don’t do
well
But the lucky ones have daughters like my Claire and my
Michelle.
Eat your heart out Tom Paxton!
