There once was a girl called Katrine

There once was a girl called Katrine

Who was skinny and slim as a bean
She was as mad as a hatter
I wish she was fatter
The best sister you’ve ever truly seen

I’m sure I’ve got the best sister by far

If I was a teacher I’d give her a gold star
She’s fun and she’s funny
I wouldn’t trade her for any money
I wish I could play her a tune on the guitar

(Oh, wait, she has Robin for that – Thanx Robin!)

Katrine is my favourite gal-pal

My best friend by far I can tell
She makes me laugh out real loud
And makes me feel oh so proud
If I could bottle her magic it would sell

Her husband’s name is Robin Auld

And even though he’s quite old he’s not bald
Her love nickname for him is “my old sokkie”
“Baby-shoes” he calls her instead of "my bokkie"
And jointly “The Footwear” they’re called

Now “The Footwear” have a daughter named Honey

Who’s personality is sparkling and sunny
She has long curly brown hair
And is really just ever so fair
Her little pommie accent makes her sound funny