Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy
White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress
Were you a prefect and head of your dormitory
Were you a hockey girl tennis or gym
Who was your favourite who had a crush on you
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle
Black stockinged legs under navy blue serge
Home and Colonial star International
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge
Trace me your wheel tracks you fortunate bicycle
Out of the shopping and into the dark
Back down the avenue back to the potting shed
Back to the house on the fringe of the park
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy
Golden the light on the book on her knee
Finger marked pages of Rackham's Hans Anderson
Time for the children to come down to tea
Oh Fullers angel cake Robertson's marmalade
Liberty lampshade come shine on us all
My what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy
Some in the alcove and some in the hall
Then what sardines in half lighted passages
Locking of fingers in long hide and seek
You will protect me my silken Myfanwy
Ring leader tomboy and chum to the weak