The Darling Of Geelong

One of her young male admirers has penned for her a song
The lovely brown haired one the Darling of Geelong
In her early twenties and in her life's prime
She blooms like a rare Rose of the Summer time,
The great gift of youth is a marvellous thing
And of youthful beauty the poets do sing
The Darling of Geelong one of beauty rare
With the finest of her age one her could compare
But the biological clock it keeps ticking away
And beauty as we know is quick to decay
Yes time is our master to time we must bow
And the Darling of Geelong in two decades from now
Will be on the decline people age like clothes
Her best days behind her that's life one suppose.