I Have a Mate
I have a mate
His talent is great
Home pages are his gift
He works so fast
Until at last
It's completed oh so swift
His fingers fly
Oh me oh my
His hand become a blur
And as you'd expect
The works perfect
You just have to call him Sir
He chooses and picks
And peruses and flicks
Until he finds what is just right
And he keeps it up
Like a frisky pup
And at times he's up all night
So this from me
Is for Tony you see
By way of saying the man is great
It's a way to say
In a simple way
Thanks Tony you're a Mate!!!
