A tribute to Professor Gerald and Mrs Kate McCann - may you live to see the day that justice is bestowed on your precious little daughter Madeleine, stolen from life in her prime - just three years of age.
THERE are theories at the bottom of your garden! It's not so very, very far away; You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead -- I do so hope they've really come to stay. There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles, And a little stream that quietly runs through; You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there-- Well, they do.
There are theories at the bottom of your garden! They often have a dance on summer nights; The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze, And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights. Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams And pick a little star to make a fan, And dance away up there in the middle of the air? Well, they can.
There are theories at the bottom of your garden! You cannot think how beautiful they are; They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen and King Come gently floating down upon their car. The King is very proud and very handsome; The Queen--now you can quess who that could be (She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)? Well -- it's Me!
Adapted from Rose Fyleman