‘Will you not go walking with me, Michelle,
Will you not come out in the park?
There are lights between each tree, Michelle
So you’ll not be caught in the dark.
I have looked for you since the Winter Ball
When you turned, and gave me a glance,
And winked an eye with a long-drawn sigh
Could it be, I’m in with a chance? ’
Michelle was walking, her shoulders bowed
With her eyes still fixed on the ground,