Doulla Androulla who likes to be called Ann
Sister of Loulla and rock-and-roll Tony
Sister of young Chris, little Jimmy too
My uncle your father was named Hambi
Your mother my aunty was named Flourrou
Doulla Androulla who likes to be called Ann
Do you remember when long ago
You used to take us to the park
My brother Tony and me playing hide and seek?
Of evil sorcerers and wicked queens did we speak
In magical play until it really became quite dark
Do you remember those days of long ago
Older than us by a little we held you in awe!
Doulla Androulla who likes to be called Ann
We would gambol down grassy embankments
Shrieking with delight our fun was immense
In golden sun amid flowery grassy scents
Doulla Androulla who likes to be called Ann
Lunches and dinners at The Continental
Sausage egg and chips and HP brown sauce
Roast beef spuds and carrots and peas
And not forgetting a big Yorkshire pud
Followed by the last course, of course
Apple crumble and yellow custard, yes please!
A very traditional British kind of pud
Such comforting warming sort of food
It would put us in a very mellow mood
Served to us by your own waitress' hands
In sing-song tones of Somerset twangs
Doulla Androulla who likes to be called Ann
I remember those happier times
In seemingly sunnier climes
Of visits to the pier
Of visits to the sea
Of visits to the Winter Gardens
Of visits to Weston-o-where-is-the-sea?
Doulla Androulla my first cousin Ann
I thank you in this the only way I can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's funny! Very well written and the names are superb! G.