Grandpa

Pass the sweet and low,
sweet pink one,
pass the pink one,
sweetheart.
The sweet and low,
sweetheart.

Navy blue born and bred.
Naval born,
twenty-three years,
born twenty-three years
before the Navy.
The blue dress suit,
the mirror shined shoes.
The sweet tide,
low tide,
high water glass,
too full and spilling over.
The sweetheart in your
pocket photo.
The stacks of plates.
After forty years,
he still eats
navy blue.
He steers, at 4 knots,
breakneck,
through plates.

Navy born, Navy bred,
only ten minutes,
to eat your navy bread,
and he still knows,
that's the only right way,
for a sailor.

Pass the sweet and low,
sweetheart.
Navy heart,
sweet blue,
Navy born and bred.