Tabitha's Daughter ©
Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1992
Tabitha's daughter
Is so big and wide
You need a bus trip
To the other side.
She drinks her Guinness
Like a thing possessed,
But I love her still
As you surely guessed.
Tabitha's daughter
Owns a silver spoon,
Wears size one hundred
Once eclipsed the moon.
I won't allow her
To sit on my leg;
Her name's Perdita,
She can't fry an egg.
Perdita, Perdita,
You've enslaved my heart;
No bits and pieces,
It's yours, every part.
You made me love you
With emotions deep;
Just don't turn quickly
When you're fast asleep!
Tabitha's daughter
Doesn't ever fail,
Her laughter measures
On the Richter scale.
She reads newspapers
At the speed of light,
Then tries the crossword -
Never gets it right!
Tabitha's daughter
Has rare qualities,
She can mix cement
And pull over trees.
I simply cannot
Sing her praise her high;
I love you, Perdita,
Won't you let me by?
Perdita, Perdita,
You've enslaved my heart;
No bits and pieces,
It's yours, every part.
You made me love you
With emotions deep;
Just don't turn quickly
When you're fast asleep!
Tabitha's daughter
Has a winsome air,
Plus a flying buttress
She takes everywhere.
Life has taught her
Not to be afraid -
She once got mistaken
For a Zeppelin raid!
On so many topics
She's naive and green,
Like shopping and driving,
Or her washing machine.
Perdita loves ice-cream,
Scoops it up with her chin;
We'd be married in church
If we could both get in.
Perdita, Perdita,
You've enslaved my heart;
No bits and pieces,
It's yours, every part.
You made me love you
With emotions deep;
Just don't turn quickly
When you're fast asleep!
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