Isn't it a shame? It seems that the sweet, romantic image of everone's favourite granddad bringing laughter to children and smiles to young women's faces, spreading joy and happiness with his old squeeze box is, in fact, just the cynical cupiditous outpouring of some Tin Pan Alley song-monger ...

I've got Diana Decker's recording of it, with "If I had a golden umbrella" on the other side. The title actually is Poppa Piccolino, BTW. Maybe our songwriter was trying to tell us something?

Steve