Big Col forever in our hearts xxx The echoing voice, the tapping of fingers, the squeezing of ears; The shaking of his head, the smoothing of his t-shirt, the checking of his arms. Hands in his pockets, checking for change; Hitching of his hip, checking his pants hang right. The mud through the house, the custard creams in the carpet, the dots n dashes, the crocodile bite, the mag on the walls, the smell of the pond, the afternoon pints. The nicknames for all; Wor lass, naughty nats, the boy! The memories The friendships The legacy The strength Our Big Col xxx