Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
The sweet-peas that she gathers
Are destined for some jar
She walks the garden, scissors in hand...
Desirable as jammy-dodgers
And tasty as crisp crackling pork
Everyone – young to old codgers...
