I break into song, a lullaby a tinkling sonnet, and tie off the ribbons
on my daisy strewn bonnet,
i fashion them with nimble fingers into a big wide bow, then what do you know,
all of a sudden i hear a snort, a sniggering in the bushes, i cover my blushes
while straightening my crinkled frilly skirt.

But i glimpse neatly pressed trousers and pink silk shirt, i think i know
this person, renowned for sparkling wit, the outrageous flirt,
tigger agrees with horrer, his face the mask of tutenkhamun, " eehh its him isnt it?"

I look the bees knees in my daisy strewn bonnet, the brim neatly trimmed
with fresh parsley, forget me knots and violet.
ribbons of red flying behind me, as suddenly we find oursells ,....up the bailey.