Janine

It's been a while, so there you go, you're not a child, when donkeys start to bray, or when the cock crows, you'll have your say, no need to find, what you rarely own, then walked the miles, a star showing the way, frozen in your bones, there are no trains, kid you don't mind, if there's another show, never mind the time, stay here a while, wrapped up with the snow, you have such style, we sit by a fire, awaiting the tow, you try to look kind, a smile in your soul.