Melody in F (The Prodigal Son)

Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow

 Forced his fond father to fork over the farthings.

 And flew far to foreign fields

 And frittered his fortune feasting fabulously with faithless friends.

 Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine,

 He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard.

 Fairly famishing, he fain would have filled his frame

 With foraged food from fodder fragments.

 "Fooey, my father’s flunkies fare far finer,"

 The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts.

 Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding,

 He fled forthwith to his family.

 Falling at his father’s feet, he forlornly fumbled,

 "Father, I’ve flunked,

 And fruitlessly forfeited family fellowship favor."

 The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching,

 Frantically flagged the flunkies to

 Fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast.

 The fugitive’s fault finding brother frowned

 On fickle forgiveness of former folder.

 But the faithful father figured,

 "Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!

 What forbids fervent festivity?

 Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!"

 Father’s forgiveness formed the foundation

 For the former fugitive’s future fortitude!