TO JAN, ON HER BIRTHDAY

“Happy Birthday, my darling”,

Bernard said.

“Another year and

You're just as beautiful.

I don't say it often,

It might go to your head,

Or you might think

I was just being dutiful.

How about goin' a-gamblin'?

Let's go to Le Casino?

Cos I'm a risk-takin', high-rollin' , high-livin,' liver.

But that, of course, you already know.

It's what first attracted you

And set you all a-quiver.

Shall we go for a gourmet?

The Waterside, Bray?  Or Chez Heston Blumen'eck?

You're worth every penny, my little sun-ray.

Tho' the prices they charge....

They've got some bloomin' neck....

No, for you, my darling, it has to be the Ritz.

The ambience, the décor, the company – it all fits.

So, we'll go there as usual,

As we are wont to do

And, over oysters and pink champagne,

I will tell you that I love you”.

Ffion