Ceramic Dog

My mum bought me a ceramic dog I told her that was lame She said to love it anyway 'Though I knew that's not the same I pondered on this further Wishing that the thing was real Knowing stuff that can be purchased Rarely had a loving feel These days I've come to reassess Never having any kids Messing with my possessions Stirring pots and flipping lids But these things I own I guess Must substitute for what's not there Now why I was not warned of this I think it quite unfair Had a universe of love Had heaps I'd rather share He spent a lifetime sharing all he could In education's spinning wheels Teaching other people's kids There's more to life than TV meals There's relationships, compassion There is art and there is song There is truth and nature's wonder We should pass these good things on These days he's come to thinking Not having kids might be a shame They'd discover all his vinyl Alphabeticised by artist name But these songs, including his Might compensate for some regret And put stuff out in the world That maybe others won't forget Made for the universe with love A banger tune to close the set Well he's left me with the final verse Of the album's closing song Leaving me to sing this melody Kind of passing the baton Through his stirring of the pots And all the times he's flipped his lids Might breathe a stony dog to life Brought to life for all his kids Brought to life by all his kids All his life for all his kids