There's a little band of folk, I often go to see,
They make me feel special, sort of proud of me.
There's Dave, delicate as a fairy's web,
And, Rex, fierce in his Indian head dress.
There's Eddy, who touches the earth so lightly, when he can,
He bubbles with secrets of mirth, he's a natural child man.
There's beautiful Jane, Zoe, and Micheal the angel boy,
These are the people I call, my precious band of joy.
Tushie 1992
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