Adrian Mitchell

To Caitlin Riding On My Shoulders

When you're up there
High in the air
Riding upon my shoulder
You play with my hair
Like it's some kind of rare
White grass growing
On an old pink boulder
Don't you know I'm underneath
With my detachable teeth
Thinking how wonderfully wild you are
So hang on tight
Pull my scalp off that's all right
Your ever-loving Grandpapa.