Which June and Ed run very good,
But every now and then when Ed forgets his words,
June jumps up and puts him right it really is absurd.
The doctor told him to lose some weight,
And shed off many pounds,
So June has to keep on eye on him,
To get it down in leaps and bounds.
But when away he slips a bit,
And tends to be quite cheeky,
He’ll eat what isn’t good for him,
It’s all done sort of sneaky.
June finds him out and tells him off,
He smiles and says I love you,
I don’t want your soft soap old man,
So you keep on your diet plan.
Poor Ed can’t win no matter what,
Something’s cooking in the pot,
No good you smelling it’s not for you,
What’s in there is my lovely stew.
Yours is laid out on the table,
Eat your salad and slim if you’re able,
It all goes down his stomach screaming,
Of eggs and bacon it is dreaming.
Ed’s sixty five on this day of days,
I don’t know what he’ll do,
He’s not allowed the Jaffa cakes,
And was also denied the stew.
But never mind you will survive,
To keep us very much alive,
Stick in your tummy with a grin,
Then we’ll imagine you’re nice and slim.