My crazy Janey, she makes me laugh.
Out on the street, or in the bath.
She pulled a face, then off she ran,
Singing 'do you know the muffin man? '
She's kind and thoughtful, stunning too,
Mends me when I'm broke in two.
My friend in times of cold and dark,
Be late at night, or up with the Lark.
Heath Gunn
Heath Gunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/janey/
