Brave Sir Henry swims the Serpentine in 16 seconds flat

We applaud him from the plimsoll line; Sir Henry lifts his hat...

We drink some wine. We hold up signs. We give him 9 point 87

Every time. Every time! That's just the way things are in heaven

Here

Sweet Katrina preens in six way mirrors under triple moons

I have seen her glide along the river murmuring this tune

Here

A little bird just told me that my time is nearly through

And soon I must forget this place and crawl right back to you

Childhood ends and "sense" descends, and I'll believe in you

I'll be leaving you