The Moon and the Sledgehammer

Jim: Hey!  That’s great Kath.

Kath: It is, isn’t it?

Jim: Cor!

Kath: Ooh, I’ve cut a rose.

Jim: Cor!  Just the job, eh? … lovely …
What a lovely smell … cor! Reminds me of an old song Kath.

Kath: It does?

Jim: Umh.

Kath: Well sing it then.

Jim: You are my garden of roses,
Kissed by the morning dew,
Each little flower that opens,
Fortunes I find in you …