My great-grandad George was a merry old soul
Though some would say his smile was smug.
He mocked and he scoffed at the family's concerns
When he caught the technology bug.
"Look! Horseless carriages and moving pictures too,
And machines that can fly through the air!
These gigantic steamers and new express trains
That take you in a blink here to there!"
As a man then must
He proved his deep trust
And his faith in Science's news
By going off, if you please,
To sail the high seas
And cross over to the States on a cruise.
He laughed: "Babies, don't cry!
And technology's why:
I'll tell you in truth how I am.
I'll wire you each day
Whilst I am away
By state of the art telegram!"
And as he sailed away
One sharp springtime day
We waved tearful goodbyes on the quay,
And true to his word
Every day we heard:
"I'm fine - ship's fine too - you see?"
A ragged photograph proves the truth of this yarn:
My great grandpa grinning large as life in the stern.
And there on the lifebelt (still no need to panic)
Is the name of the ship: the SS Titanic.
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