And this be the chorus
They love you your mum and dad,
They may not seem to but they do.
They fill you with they love they had
And add some extra just for you.
And they were loved, at distance too
By folks soused in war and brandy
Who half the day wore a navy blue
And half would go nude and randy.
Parents pass on their love and pain.
It feeds you like a wooden fork,
Focus on love much less the rain
And don't be mean with the pork.
Response to Philip Larkin's This Be The Verse.