Grandpapa he was no fool,
When he fitted his home with ‘creepie’ stools,
They did quite well and seemed quite neat,
As they sat on the floor on their three feet.
But modern ways give me despair,
When ‘ere I use a four-legged chair,
They giggle about and soon break down,
To leave you stranded on the ground.
The ‘creepie’ does by fire or door,
And steady stands on any floor,
You can sit on one to take your tea,
Or drink your glass, if you’re on the ‘spree’.
They are made of any kind of wood,
Beech or ash are much approved,
Elm or oak stands any strain,
And fir would last for ever amen.
So I may go back to the old ways,
And use the ‘creepies’ of other days,
To sit by the fire and take my tea,
Or nurse my lassie on my knee.
For, Grandpapa he was no fool,
When he fitted his home with ‘creepie’ stools,
I’ll get the wood approved of yore,
And they yet may stand on my flagged floor.
George Barnett 