Amanda Jane Yates (17/12/69 / Lancashire)
Chattering, giggling on she goes
Over the rocks and down the hill
From the spring she has drunk her fill.
Bubbling, tinkling along she flows
On her back a leaf she carries
Swift and sure she never tarries.
Her merry song such joy bestows
She adds silver to gold sunbeams
Confidante to a girl's day dreams.
Should she wed the best of her beaux?
With leaf she seeks the brook's advice
This friend will give reply concise.
Amongst the rocks the green leaf slows
The girl holds breath at its delay.
If there it stays the answer's nay.
A friendly breeze on water blows
Happy leaf to it's journey returns.
To answer yes the girl's heart yearns.
The brook the result already knows
Girls in love should follow their hearts
The bride to be with cheer departs.
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