Jenny Rebecca, four days old, how d’you like the world so far
Jenny Rebecca, four days old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are
For you have swings to be swung on, trees to be climbed up
Days to be young on, toys you can wind up
Grass to be lying on, sun up above
Pillows for crying on, when you’re in love
Ponies for riding on, wind in your hair
Slides to be sliding on, leaves in the air
Dolls to be caring for, love to be giving
Dreams to be daring for, long as you’re living
Yes, you have dreams to be daring for, long as you’re living
Jenny Rebecca, four days old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are