Cecily - Lawrence Arabia

Psychically I stare into your head

See a slice of wholemeal bread

This means you’re hungry

I predict the moment of your birth

When you were washed up on the earth

It is your birthday

Cecily, I have telepathy

It means I know where you’ll be staying

The games that you like playing

And I predict you’ll soon fall for me

Cecily, I feel you wanting me

I can see us married by the sea

Having children two or three

It will be blissful

But I detect a changing in your eye

It makes me feel like I might die

It is confusing!

Cecily, curse this clairvoyancy!

It means I know that you’ll dislike me

And act in ways to spite me

And I predict eventually

Cecily, you will be leaving me