She told me my future on a cold Summer’s day,
On the quay of the harbour in Whitby,
And it sounded too weird for my ears to believe.
But while seven years passed, her predictions came true
Like she said, one by one. (I’am still due for more offspring
and some very good luck.) How she knew?
If she’s still there, and psychic enough,
She will know I’ll be grateful as long as I live
For her viewing and all of her magic.