When she turns off the news
To escape the blues
And plays Strauss.
Oh! how uplifting
A sound that is shifting
Each speck of grief
From the house.

When the cheese is Stilton
And the poetry’s Milton
She’s fulfilled.
When the bread is wholemeal
And her income a fair deal
She is thrilled.

When the sun is shining
Where she’s reclining
It’s bliss
When her hair is breeze stirred
And an evening song bird
Back grounds a kiss.


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