Dad Went Awol Many many years ago when I was just a kid, I never saw my father but I heard of things he did. He wrote each week from anywhere he ended up at last And tell of his adventures, both the present and the past. Those letters came from near and far and all points in between, explaining all our old dad did and all that he had seen. There was a lady out in France to whom he took a fancy... She did ballet and acted some... I think her name was Nancy. There was a man in China who was living in a tree. He asked our dad to visit, and he served exotic tea. His father drooled most copiously, a stream so long and thin, that by necessity they hung a bucket on his chin. Dad travelled last to India; he stayed there overlong. He bought a princely palace and he bought it for a song. Our dad had herds of elephants, and every day he'd ride them. To keep the beasts from running off, each trunk to tail he tied them While on a break from riding one, dad rested on the ground When the pachaderm in question took a notion to sit down. There wasn't too much left of. Dad. They sent him in a letter. We buried him in our back yard; Now he stays put much better.