Dafydd walked to the side, his tears trying to hide,
because he had no-one to talk to.
Since his dad fell ill, there was no-one to fill
the sadness, cheer-upping, nose-wiping job.
The shirt, it was green and said number sixteen.
It had very small holes in the collar.
Not once in his life had such grief and strife
brought our poor Dafydd down.