Brave Sir Henry swims the Serpentine in 16 seconds flat We applaud him from
The plimsoll line; Sir Henry lifts his hat We drink some wine We hold
Up signs We give him 9 point 87 every time Every time! That's just
The way things are in heaven here
Sweet Katrina preens in six way mirrors under triple moons I have seen her
Glide along the river murmuring this tune Here
A little bird just told me that my time is nearly through and soon
I must forget this place and crawl right back to you Childhood ends and
"sense" descends, and I'll believe in you I'll be leaving you