And she felt in her pockets and
Pulled out all nananana
That was inside
A handful of
Bits and bobs nanananana
On the table
Oh blimey!
All shiny
From suntan
Some coins and
A ballpoint
Oh Shiny

She was facing me and
Walking backwards, and I
Could see her eyes growing
As round as saucers yes

Fresh as a rose
On the day of
The battle, or whatever that

Poem is
Truly sweet
All Shiny

She was facing me and
Walking backwards, and I
Could see her eyes growing
As round as saucers

And she felt in her pockets and
Pulled out all nananana
That was inside
A handful of
Bits and bobs nanananana
On the table
Oh blimey!
All shiny
From suntan
Some coins and
A ballpoint