I am not sure
Where she came from,
But I know she was not poor
And she had Aussie and Pom
In her.

She had a bad childhood,
Then she left home and met her true love.
They went to Africa to relax, and she could.
For ten years she lived happily, looking up above.

She tells me it was fun,
Then two uncles and one mum came,
My mum was the important one.
Then came the storm of shame.

They will never know why she didn’t say goodbye
But now she is happy, somewhere in the sky.