I have a friend, whose name is Ruth
The kind who always tells the truth
If you promise, please deliver
She'll recall and tell for ever
She won't lie, she'll tell passers-by
If you're the crying sort, you'll cry
I haven't seen her, for so long
I wonder: What did I do wrong?
I'll phone her up, give her a shout
Ask what her exit's all about
She's pleased to speak, seems glad to hear
"I've only got a minute, dear!
I'm tired of speaking, and room booking
Left Toastmasters, back to cooking
Here's a reminder, tell the truth
At cooking classes, run by Ruth.
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Photo of Trevor cooking with home made bread. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
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