Norah - A Ballad
Norah an old lady of 78 Was feeding the ducks in the lake She liked her quiet time And poems, especially those that rhyme On her feet her shoes were red, To match the beret on her head She managed to lose a button from her dress, which made her unhappy, annoyed, She couldn’t find it, looked everywhere, and was lucky she found a spare This made Norah calm down but she was a worrier at heart And all this was making her frown, The kettle was on the hob, oh how she loved her tea With pictures on the wall, of the beautiful blue, blue sea, She picked up a book to read, and, found her place, looking forward to her dinner of chips and plaice. Norah lived in a big, lonely house among the trees, With all the small creatures, her favourite, the bees, Her book was a romance novel, a little bit steamy, Norah sat and read feeling dreamy. She was expecting a friend around for a cup of tea, Will Gladys turn up? I guess we will have to wait and see. Tim...