TO MARGARET AND JOHN

Margaret and John went dancing,

To the light of the silvery moon.

The air was warm, the night was still,

A delicious night in June.

Said Margaret: “Oh, John, I love you so,

And what a fabulous notion,

To bring me here, to Saltburn Pier,

That I might gaze at the ocean.”

Said Margaret: “Oh, John, John, my love,

John, you make me swoon.

We are such a carefree, bohemian couple,

Why don't we run away....soon?”

Margaret was in a devil-may-care mood,

Music and champagne had gone to her head.

“Oh, John, let's go - to San Francisco,

Let's go... let's go now!” she said.

John pensively gazed at the ocean,

Skimmed its surface with a pebble.

“Eee, 'ecky thoomp, we can't”, he wailed.

“They don't sell Tiny Rebel!”*

Ffion

* "Tiny Rebel" is a craft ale.