She leads the
local keep-fit group,
At sixty eight it’s
quite a scoop,
On wheatgerm rolls and low
fat spread,
On fruit and fibre they are
fed.
Twice round the church then
back again
Down to the hall and along
the lane,
With pelvic roll and tummy tuck
They touch their toes (with
a bit of luck).
Jogging along at quite a trot,
They’re not allowed to
walk or stop,
But continue on along the
stream,
They certainly make a
polished team.
Over the stile or in through the gate,
No one’s allowed to
stop and wait,
So they eat their fibre, eat their fruit,
Eat their pulses and low fat
soup,
And exercise their minds
each day
With memory games they all
can play,
Jogging along to keep them
sane
Around the village and back
again.
Back to village
