Our grandmothers, in days gone by

Once they had reached a certain stage,

Were suitably attired in black

And deference was paid their age.

The Biblical old use-by date

For most of them would come too late.

But nowadays, your modern gran

Just shrugs at that quite ancient plan,

And black is now considered chic

And has a different mystique.

For daily wear, the lady sports

A bright array of shirts and shorts.

Now, as we know, our good mate, Jean

Has such a busy social scene

Her life is one long giddy whirl-

For she is quite the party girl.

But yet she has another side

She does her very best to hide.

If ever you got into strife

Who would you call on? Bet your life

You know the very one I mean

‘Twould be none other than our Jean.

She longs to set the world aright

She’d help you out come day or night.

We celebrate her natal day

And hope a long time she will stay

We’re very proud to call her friend-

There’s just one thing she could amend;

She’ll toss this off with great aplomb-

It’s such a pity she’s pro-Pom