Papa was handsome, black an strong
Him never tolerate wen wi do wat wrong
Him no spare di rod nor spoil di chile
Wen wi form fool, him tempa bwile.
All a wi fraid a Papa so till!
One look from him gi wi di chill
Him beat we without mercy
For him felt it was him duty.
If yu need a good story tella
Jus go an search fi Papa
Yu never tired fi hear him story
Whether a fairy tale, mystery or history.
Papa feel sey wa no kill fatten
But dat no include anyting rotten
Him wi eat anyting yu put before him
Him sey fi waste food was a sin.
Papa was a very hard worker
An him was a very big farmer
From dawn till dusk him toil on di farm
An him favourite crop was peas an corn.
Papa head use to go an come
An wen him head go him jus run an run
Wi as pickney glad fi si him pack
But Mama no stap fret till him come back.
Wen Papa was fifty odd, Mama dead
An di blow of har death go to him head
Afta dat him was never di same
An di res a him life was heart ache an pain.