How we met is not at all bizarre
Someone stole my bike.I had no car
I walked along the street and then met you
You had just come back from Timbuctoo
We never found the bike. it had a curse
But fortune favours courage and good work
The joy was tempered by the wrath of Mam
Not by immigrants from Pakistan
Later on we owned a cheapo car
We went to Suffolk on some kind of dare
The houses painted pink ,soft white and green
By Framlingham which once housed Tudor Queen
We soon learned to love the South Folks lands
Yet deep inside ,the North grips heart with hand
How my heart sings 