Bought from Clements on a cold afternoon A coachbuilt navy Silvercross pram For my third and beautiful little lamb And when she was born at six pounds thirteen I wrapped her tight and placed her inside She had long black hair brushed in a peak And more lovelier a sight could not be reached And destiny played out its days and more lovelier She became each day and now at forty- four Has four to love and tender and put in seats of cars Not gigantic coachbuilt stars.