We are having a fine party tomorrow
In our garden where the lawns are all green
The trestles are all painted and ready
And the caterers have only just been

Coloured lights will hang on the fir trees
Why there must be forty or more
Crisp salad laid out in abundance
Cold meats, little iced cakes galore

You can wear your jeans or your dresses
Or you can all come dressed the same
One thing we must all hope and pray for
That it just doesn't jolly well rain!