The attic was a magical place,
Where all of your past was stored.
If you didn’t want to toss it,
Up to the attic it went.
Of course, in some regions,
It was down to the basement, instead.
It depends on where you live.
Then again, if you’re scared to go in the attic,
Or you don’t have a basement,
You might use the garage.
I fear I’m getting off track.
Now, everything is going digital.
So, photos and albums aren’t in the attic.
They’re on your hard drive.
If you don’t have a good filing system,
And I certainly don’t,
Then, your hard drive is a magical place.
You never know what you might find.
As long as you don’t find love letters
From someone who’s not in your house,
There is no telling what you share.
I found our late budgie’s first record.
Well, it’s not really a record,
It’s just a bunch of MP3s.
Still, it’s more than I ever recorded.
So, look around your hard drive.
You never know what you may find.
I hope it’s magical.
Here’s Basil’s first record, for your listening pleasure. He didn’t write particularly long songs, but then again, he was a budgie.