Talking to my son tonight, just chatting as you do
Brought back an old memory, thought I'd share with you

Well he's now 24,,,, Bloody great big hunk
This was many years ago,,, was'nt such a lump
Somewhere about two years old... We'd just had another kid
Watched my wife Breastfeeding,,,, Knew just what he missed

Day was pretty magic,,,, you know how Aussie summers are
So I walked him to the beach,,, Wasn't very far
Spread out a towel or two, and let him sit and play
Just a father with his kid, on a lovely summers day

We don't have many rules, in force way down here
About bikini tops, or what the ladies wear
Can always tell the tourists, with the glaring strip of white
The first day that their boobs, are let out to the light

We knickname these White Pointers, for reasons that are clear
On this day in particular, White Pointers everywhere
So like any normal man, I'm gazing left and right
Didn't see young Shannon slipping out of sight

Suddenly behind me, there's a godalmighty scream
Young son in his wisdom,, just had to live his dream
A sweet young girl, real lovely, about sixteen years old
Had just removed her top, feeling really bold

She'd laid down on her back, with her nipples to the air
Not knowing of the danger, on the towel just over here
Now she screamed in desperation, clawing at her chest
Where my son was doing, what babies sure do best

Clinging like a limpet,,, not wanting to let go
to this lovely breast, as white as driven snow
Then as if he realised, no milk was coming here
He spat it out, crawled on back, nose up in the air

As for the young girl, I think she ran away
But I bet she to remembers, what happened on that day

The look on her face was as if ALIEN had latched onto her
Always wondered if she had a Phobia about breast feeding
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Must remember to read this when he gets married