Mark
Mark always had me on a string
He often said so, as a baby
That string's still there
1 think be knows
That always I'll be caring for him

There he is a young man now
On the threshold of his life
Sensitive a bit wayward,
A lucky girl will be his wife
Charlotte
Charlotte, happy, easy going
Pretty too and scatter brained.
I don't feel I know her well,
16 years and nothing gained

But I love her and enjoy
Her company, as through life
She charges, full of `0 Mum's
Full of fun, what a mixture
Not like any other one.