So Trimly Dight

Quite a bit
Quite a bit
Quite a bit
Trotting along we are
Jump in anywhere
But nobly if you please
And watch -
Those knobbly knees.
Upright - there you go, good!

It's a game.
That's what my father taught me, and it's a shame,
Or so
He thought, I think.
And so
For him
It surely was.
Sorry, Pops
(I never called him Pops -
Maybe I shoulda).