The River Lea starts in the Chiltern hills
Its lower banks are filled with daffodils
On nearby downs folks glide to whipsnade zoo
I wonder if if the tigers see them now
And if the amber tigers would be pleased
To eat a man when he’ d been over teased.
Since my lover died I’ve stayed away
what would I do if he was on eBay
Being sold as used for £20
I’d rather keep his ashes underground
Can we refurbish men we used to love
When they have flown away to heaven above?
How my heart sings 