by Tristram Tuna, September 1998
They took us for an item.
Is that such a foolish thing?
We could dally down in Brighton
Or frolic in the Spring.
If we could laugh and hug and kiss,
If only for a while,
Then fun and joy would surely fill our days.
And if we found an endless bliss
We'd go that extra mile,
Or otherwise, could go our separate ways.
We should sally forth to Brighton
And frolic in the Spring,
'Cause to never be an item
Would be such a foolish thing.