Kylie From Bayswater

Her daddy drives a big machine her Aussie daddy Murray And he use true Aussie slang words like hey mate and no worries And he feels proud of his little girl and he says that there's none better For to pen short story or a poem or to even write a letter. And I believe him when he say his little girl looks pretty That she's the fairest of young girls in all of Melbourne City And she may yet become a great poetess Murray Quick's only daughter And in far Country I yet may read of Kylie from Bayswater. She's heavy into writing verse and that's a mighty hobby And that takes me back to Robert Burns the pride of Scotland Robby He started young at writing verse at first his work was brittle But as he aged his verse grew great you must start young and little. Her dad says she has long brown hair and blue eyes and for her mum looks a double And that she's a lovely little girl and never gives him trouble But true Poetesses are all that way they were not born for fighting It's their kindliness and loving hearts that turns their thoughts to writing. Were I a true bard I'd pen for her a song folk would remember But I was just a mountain man and my job was cutting timber I roam about from place and when my bones lay rotten None will care to remember me and I will be forgotten. But Kylie she is different she is starting in her childhood And the fairest flowers in gardens bloom they don't bloom in the wildwood And she may become famous yet and crown herself in glory And her poems may grow ripe with age and live on in history.