Jenny Wren has flown away.
Can't you hear her distant tweet?
I'm afraid she's gone to Hay.
Romance leads bored wives astray:
She's free-range - but oh, my sweet
Jenny Wren has flown away.
"Loved your latest," Jen will say,
Eyeing up some parakeet.
"Want a quick one in The Hay?"
Agents fawn and authors bray;
All I do is press Repeat -
Jenny Wren has flown away.
She'll have found a place to stay,
With a novelist en suite,
I'm afraid. She's gone to Hay!
Let it piss down every day!
Let the sheep in chorus bleat!
Jenny Wren has flown away.
I'm afraid she's gone to Hay.
---Carol Rumens
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