She hails from the place where the dark Merri flow
As on towards Lady Bay it crawls deep and slow
Her shoulder length hair is as dark as the wing of a crow
A beautiful woman in her early twenties she has the inner glow
Her eyes as dark blue as Late Autumn ripened sloes
She is worthy of the title of Dennington's Rose
And yet unaffected by guile or conceit
As nice a person as one could wish for to meet
A woman of rare beauty for to behold
She is engaged to be married as i have been told
In Dennington one who is happy to stay
Some men they are lucky is all i can say
A friend of the homeless and the refugee
For those doing it tough one who feels empathy
For her future good karma she does plant the seed
One who performs many a good deed
About her she does have such a happy way
And she greets everyone with a cheerful good day
In her life not one who deserves any foes
She is worthy of the title of Dennington's Rose.
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