by Sandra Thompson Lloyd
Nothing can compare
With the smile on his face
Whose warm, cheery words
Bring a touch of magic to this place
A glittering personality
With charm and wit to spare
He’s gotta be an angel
Disguised in silvery-white hair
With a sring in his step
And a twinkle in his eye
And a sweet, gentle spirit
That could make a grown man cry
He’s a welcome inspiration
To everyone who meets him
Folks get a sort of bubbly feeling
By just the way he greets ’em
With that wise old grin
And always a ready tease
He always has a helping hand
And he’s always aiming to please
He has such a delightful way with kids
You’d have to see it for yourself!
Why, in fact, I’m quite convinced that inside
He’s just a kid himself.
He’s a prancing, laughing, silly man,
Yet special to all of us.
It’s evident that in his heart
He holds the secret to happiness
And we’re so glad to have him here
To brighten up our day!
Perhaps he’ll pass that secret on
To us along the way.
HERE’S TO YOU, WILFRED MOODY
Copyright: Sandra Thompson Lloyd 1983