George has taken leave of his senses
He ought to be out mending fences
But no, he is just outside strolling along
They label him “strong”
Mabel is outside, too
checking which of her flowers grew
She is content to stay here
She is fine, thank you, never fear
George appears outside Mabel’s garden gate
Ooh, is this going to be their fate?
That the two “misfits” fit well together
as beautiful as Scottish heather?
We shall have to see
what fate awaits them
whether they’ll find each other at last
or just let another chance go by