I never thought I was good enough
To be published in a book,
A poem by Robert Marshall
Hay come and take a look.

Now mum you told me differently
You told me just to try,
To send one to a publisher
And not to be so shy.

So "Teardrops"( for Tabitha)
I sent to them for you,
I am told it's very good
They must have thought so to.