I don't often write much
But I'm a co-author here
I don't seem to get time
(But it's more out of fear)
For this is the realm
Of Her Ladyship Lizzie
Who's short, German and bossy
And really quite dizzy
She's got a hubby, 3 sons
And 2 very mad dogs
And up in her eyrie
A collection of frogs
Her broomstick's a beauty
Which she polishes at night
So it gleams and it twinkles
For when she takes flight
If a shadow goes past you
At a really great speed
Don't panic, dear friends
But you need to take heed!
It'll be Lizzie, you see
With the wind in her hair
Trolley loaded on broomstick
On her way to a fair
Where she bargains and haggles
And the stallholders wail
For she barters them down
Until they really go pale
At the prices she pays
For the treasures she's found
She has an eye for a bargain
(And a nose like a hound)
She'll take them back to her eyrie
Where she'll preen and she'll gloat
And she'll pull up the drawbridge
On her very deep moat
She'll post pics on her blog
Of her latest new treasure
She loves them, you see
And it gives her great pleasure
She does all sorts of crafting
While she's up in her eyrie
And she's so good at it all
That it makes me quite teary
She has a real flair
For the things that she does
And the gifts that she makes
Give the new owner a buzz
See, she's kind and she's caring
And she's really quite sweet
(It took guts to say that
And my heart's missed a beat)
Well, I think I'm in trouble
And my time's at an end
So I'll finish by saying
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE, MY FRIEND
But I'm a co-author here
I don't seem to get time
(But it's more out of fear)
For this is the realm
Of Her Ladyship Lizzie
Who's short, German and bossy
And really quite dizzy
She's got a hubby, 3 sons
And 2 very mad dogs
And up in her eyrie
A collection of frogs
Her broomstick's a beauty
Which she polishes at night
So it gleams and it twinkles
For when she takes flight
If a shadow goes past you
At a really great speed
Don't panic, dear friends
But you need to take heed!
It'll be Lizzie, you see
With the wind in her hair
Trolley loaded on broomstick
On her way to a fair
Where she bargains and haggles
And the stallholders wail
For she barters them down
Until they really go pale
At the prices she pays
For the treasures she's found
She has an eye for a bargain
(And a nose like a hound)
She'll take them back to her eyrie
Where she'll preen and she'll gloat
And she'll pull up the drawbridge
On her very deep moat
She'll post pics on her blog
Of her latest new treasure
She loves them, you see
And it gives her great pleasure
She does all sorts of crafting
While she's up in her eyrie
And she's so good at it all
That it makes me quite teary
She has a real flair
For the things that she does
And the gifts that she makes
Give the new owner a buzz
See, she's kind and she's caring
And she's really quite sweet
(It took guts to say that
And my heart's missed a beat)
Well, I think I'm in trouble
And my time's at an end
So I'll finish by saying
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE, MY FRIEND
JJ xx
