Oldest memories of a time long ago
I thought was just a dream set aglow.

Water surrounds the world I see
and it was closing in on me.

The red of blood through waters deep
draw closer now with no sound to speak.

A symbol now is what does reveal and spark
A wavy shape, I see, of two white crossed marks.

II

If not a dream, then what memory
And what does this memory mean?

The truth be known in later years
That it was a memory with tears.

My oldest memories that haunts me to this day
Is of a time where death called but I got away.

For I fell into a pool as a young baby of three
And to the bottom sinking down soft and free.

As a gallant man jumped in to save the young lass
And he wore swimming trunks of red with white crosses

A thing that was in my mind now and then
that would haunt me for all time and again.

Likes to be a sassy old lass,
At times even sassy in class.
Don’t expect her to be sad,
You will find her most glad,
Knowing full well she is bad.
Although she is a sassy Kathleen
The sassy is never to be mean. 

Once upon a time there was a Prince,
Whose Queen mother he had to convince.
Royalty she demands.
To help rule our fine lands.
And just the thought of this made him wince.

The young Prince fell in love with a lass,
Whose family did not have any class.
But he loved her the best,
But could she pass the test?
That his Queen mother said they must pass.

The test was made by royal decree,
And it consisted of one small pea.
To be slept on at night,
That in the morning light,
Only a princess would be cranky.

Now the prince was so worried and sad,
At the thought that his love would wake glad.
So about one o*clock,
In her bed put a rock,
So when she awoke she would be quite mad.