In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac
And the signs to Bussock Bottom,
Tussock Wood and Windy Break.
Gabled lodges, tile-hung
Catch the lights of our
As we drive to Wendy’s party,
Lemon curd and Christmas
Rich the makes of motor
Past the pine plantation
Come up Hupmobile Delage.
Short the way our chauffeurs
Crunching over private gravel,
Each from out his warm garage.
O but Wendy, when the
Yielded to my indoor pumps.
There you stood, your gold hair streaming,
Handsome in the hall light
There you looked and there you led
Off into the game of Clumps.
Then the new Victrola playing;
And your funny uncle saying"Choose your partners for a foxtrot.
Dance until it's tea
Come on young 'uns, foot it feetly."Was it chance that paired us neatly?
I who loved you so completely.
You who pressed me closely to you,
Hard against your party frock."Meet me when you've finished eating."So we met and no one found us.
O that dark and furry cupboard,
While the rest played hide-and-seek.
Holding hands our two hearts beating.
In the bedroom silence round
Holding hands and hardly
Sudden footstep, thud and
Love that lay too deep for kissing."Where is Wendy?
Wendy's missing."Love so pure it had to end.
Love so strong that I was
When you gripped my fingers tight.
And hugging, whispered "I'm your friend."Goodbye Wendy.
Send the fairies,
Pinewood elf and larch tree gnome.
Spingle-spangled stars are
At the lush Lagonda
Down the winding ways of
To the leaded lights of home.
There among the silver birches,
All the bells of all the
Sounded in the bath-waste
Out into the frosty air.
Wendy speeded my undressing.
Wendy is the sheet's
Wendy bending gives a blessing.
Holds me as I drift to
Safe inside my slumber wear
