Hibernating Harry said "I'll never...
Slept away six months every year...

Tickle my smile with those long auburn tresses,
Tickle my fancy with soft summer dresses...

"I think size matters",
Said Alice to the Hatter...

We could walk through the gardens tonight,
Read the ancient stars by candlelight...

She has two foreign cars,
One for work and one for play...

She gambled on another for happiness,
So I built myself a prison cell...

Dirty and flat,
Two bad pennies well spent...

Raucous Rooks and spluttering brooks
All tied up with spring...

She still believes in Angels,
Sometimes in me...