The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
You’re my beauty (boredom’s death!)
The beast maybe me, I don’t know
Or p’raps a frog who’ll suddenly grow...
The days would have been rainier
The dark sky never clear
If you’d gone to Tasmania...
