Mary Mary, bright and airynYou're fairly extraordinarynYour cool blue eyes and flaming tressesnAlways soothe my stressesnBut I confess on this auspicious daynI'm lost for what to saynThe term old bag springs to mindnBut that might seem unkind, butnnOver the hillnSounds like a lovely place to benTwilight's alright with menOut to pasture's nicer stillnOver the hillnNo more to climb, you're on a rollnUnwind your mind and strollnIn a field of thyme and sagenSmile lines are all the ragenAll the world's a passing stagenWe're merely here to playnOver the hill, not far awaynnRecessive genes and milkmen were debatednWe never looked relatednLike chalk and cheese and odds and sodsnBut we talk like peas in podsnYes, our phone bills show our waxing lovenOur voices rise abovenWhatever your dumb white cells donWe'll all be here for you...nnOh, Mary! We really love you sonOh, Mary! We're here to let you knownOh, Mary! We've come from near and farnTo let you know how grouse you arenOh, Mary! And no-one's here to gloatnOh, Mary! We're all in the same boatnOh Mary! All paddling afarnTo let you know how grouse you are...nnTo arrange this party was partly strangenOur methods had to changen‘Cos Mary's who we tend to ring when planning such a thingnAnd for choosing presents, she's got the giftnTo give your heart a liftnI hope to do the same in songnSo why not sing along?...nIt's time to get ecstaticn...For my sister, systematicn...Dramatically emphatic...nAnd in two years I'll have this in mind too, 'cos I'm not that far behind you...