My red-haired neighbour loved her high heeled shoes
She dressed in cream and black when she went out
Her smart appearance called in many views
Even when she fell and was much bruised
Her eyes so sharp drove off marauding louts
My red-haired neighbour saved for grand cream shoes
She dyed her hair blood red, oh men confused!
Though she was ninety she was never stout
Her dear appearance wondrous was well viewed
By the Daily Mail, she was bemused
She meditated, used it to wrap sprouts
My neighbour dyed her hair and matched her shoes
Suddenly her blood its power would lose
Her nights out and her cooking were in doubt
She so stylish no more could be viewed
She went to Mass on Sunday, sin to rout
Her hair fresh dyed, she died where God’s about
My red-haired neighbour loved her pretty shoes
In her coffin, may she be amused
How my heart sings 