Tudor Rickards 'To Sophie Rose, From Top to Toes' by GM Jon

To Sophie Rose, from top to toes Upon this special day. With all our wishes And love and kisses, this is what we say The road ahead cannot be read, How every much we hope or pray Yours is the only future now, and yours becomes the untrod way. The cat with three legs you wanted to cuddle The wonder of the path-way muddy puddle The yucky food you won’t let slip Past a defiant upper lip Your first day at school feeling like a misfit The boy who wouldn’t speak who gave you half a biscuit And you took it and sucked it a bit and liked it Then he took it back and used his sleeve to wipe it And you liked him after, Even though he used his sleeve to wipe his nose? No-one’s perfect. Witch way? Rich way? Stitch it up in which way? Your way, high way, Frank Sinatra’s My way A future full of zigzag paths One lined with tears and one with laughs Picture that and start to trace Lines you draw upon its face Sophie Rose, Sophie Rose For the moment anything goes From us a timeless fond adieu In a future planet left for you Adieu, Sayonara Time to close Our crystal gazing Sophie Rose. Bye bye Don’t cry Baby Sophie Rose And did you ever smile and risk it To walk a mile with the boy with the biscuit? Or did you put aside such foolish things Before you started thinking wedding rings?