When I was twelve I envied
A certain Fiona Blair
Her clothes were always tidy
She had lovely shiny hair

Whilst I was sort of scrawny
With quiet little ways
I never made an impression
In those early days

Now Fiona's eighteenth birthday
Was grander than the rest
She glowed just like a jewel
In her lovely shiny dress

There were other pretty girls
Some short and some were tall
But I just looked at Fiona
The prettiest of them all