While stumbling across Dartmoor one day I happened upon a quarry,
I sat down to eat my lunch but was interrupted by a man called Donny.
I’m sorry to bother you, Donny said, but I’ve lost my Impy,
It’s a bothersome creature and really quite wimpy.
She said she loved him, and gave a kiss to show,
But another had felt those warm lips, which he did know.
Old mother Jane looked out with a tear in her eye,
Remembering her life with Simon of years gone by.