My Father was a Trampoline maker
My father was a trampoline maker
But he had his ups and downs
But when he sprung his life into action
He nearly ended up in town
My mother made pogo sticks
The washing up jumped around
And as a baby I was breast fed
I often fell on the ground
My brother made bungy ropes
He knew every bridge below
But sometimes accidents happened
When to the toilet he had to go
My sister made parachutes
She was beautiful but plane to see
She once jumped with me from a plane
When we hit the ground, I hit a tree
My granny climbed skyscrapers
When she was eighty three
She climbed the Empire State Building
And half way up, drunk a cup of tea
My grandad climbed Everest
When he was eighty four
But he nearly froze at the top,
But the rescuers, brought him down to thaw
