my heart did the rumba quickly followed to the military tattoo,
as i bellowed yoohoo from a shady nook,
and jumped up and down waving autograph book.

then by prebends bridge i laid out a cloth,on a carpet of bluebells
dotted with nightscented stock,
cathedral bells pealed out through the trees, where butterflies fluttered
on the warm summer breeze, keeping company with crinkly
caterpillars and orange bottomed bees, the river wear gurgled and lapped at my feet,
where kingfishers dive and missel thrush meet.

I felt saucy, insolent, cantankerous and pert, in other words procacious,
but i,d never been accused of being stuck up and pompous, i like to be hospitable,
whenever i can, especially when entertaining a fine figure of a man.

I brought out napkins of red and white check, as you ambled over
you muttered "by heck, what a lovely spread of tripe and hairy cows heel,
and those kippers look fresh have they still got the eyes in"?

"yes, i reply sweetly, fresh as a daisy always beats owt, out the tin"
you sigh, "oh my, but stotty cake with hogs roast mutton would render
me a glutton, and anyway i,m a vigorous veggie,
i titter with mirth. "oh come now push the boat out you can see ive baked plenty,"