San Ferry Anne

You've got a lot,

And from what you've got,

I'd say you're doing well, dear.

Dressed like a dream,

And if things are what they seem,

You're looking swell, dear.

Your little man

Brings you trinkets when he can,

But he can't stay, dear.

That's very well,

But inside your shiny shell,

You dance all day, dear.

So go, be gay,

Let your feelings leap away into the laughter.

San ferry Anne

And the world keeps turning happy ever after.