I have a friend across the sea
She has become so dear to me
She’s funny and of angels she writes
Painting is one of her appetites
Her home is beautiful and neat
Her decorating? You can’t compete!
She chooses items that are awesome
While her husband makes them blossom
You’d think I would be done by now
But I have to mention John’s eyebrows
Wouldn’t want him to feel left alone
They dancily react to her every tone
That’s one story of my dear friend
So I guess this is the end!