She’s a silly billy,
Hair madder than fusilli,
That’s Piccalilli Lily,
A pickled delight, and a bit of a fright,
But charming all the same.
Yes! I’ve an acquired taste,
Lucky for you,
Oh lil Lily, head to toe in Piccadilly line blue,
A relishable dish for the
And charming evermore.
But how far will I go,
To Cockfosters and back, just to keep up with you?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But a white campion is more lily-like than you!
Ah! Miss Misnomer,
They should’ve called you Little White Clover,
But when you spot me, this’ll all be over,
And I’ll charm you just the same.