This is a little poem he did about himself.
Old Man Solley
They call me Old Man Solley
I am a man of no renoun
I am just a street commissioner
In a little one horse town
Where each person thinks this servant
Should be always on the ball
And that he should come a running
At their personal beck and call
If the snow gets in their drive way
They'll leave it there by golly
And go put on their wading boots
And go hunting Old Man Solley
They just don't want to help themselves
Not at this day and age
If they have to do a lick of work
It must be for a wage
A man comes plodding down the street
His demeanor was not jolly
He screams "My car slid in the ditch"
And I am hunting Old Man Solley
But I don't get too excited
When I hear them ramp and rage
Fore I am just an old man
Working for an old man's wage
Now there is a school bus driver
She is a pretty little dollie
When the old bus skidded on a hill
She went hunting Old Man Solley
I won't criticize this driver
T'was the only thing to do
For the safety of the children
And the school they must go through
But if something happens on the street
To any Bill or Molly
They'll rant and rage and cast about
And go hunting Old Man Solley
Now I'm right here to tell you
That it would take a champion
To apease the whims and notions
Of the citizens of Grampian
