The train clattered to Leeds
Then one question I heard
It came from behind
Just five little words:
With the noise of the train
I’ll not know the reply.
I’m left now to guess –
So do help me to try.
“So, What was the best part?”
Yes, I’m dying to know.
Was it her day on the beach
Or her trek in the snow?
Was it the the soft chewy centre –
Or the colour of his hair?
Was it when school had finished
Or the new things she’ll wear?
So, What was the best part?
The beginning or the end?
When she blew out the candles
Or when she met a new friend?
I’ll never know her answer –
She’s just left me to guess –
It will be a mystery forever
I have to confess.
Copyright 2007
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