As Jamie Alexander, one expects a Scottish 'Jock'

Not a Norman, Saxon, Cornish lad with added Polish stock

For with Lister, Hext and Curtis, you are solid English rock

With Gambouski adding dash to your unique, genetic block.

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But to us you're simply Jamie Hext, a very special boy

Both fearless and outgoing and so very seldom coy

Ever smiling, yes always smiling as if life's a constant joy

Save when thwarted by some adult from a calculated ploy....

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To change the TV channel, disappear beyond a door

To dislocate the telephone, clear shelves in Steamies store

To climb upon a table, or throw tucker on the floor;

Yet with your adoring Parents, you're emotionally secure!

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He mounts all stairs, his Everests, because they're simply there

You Polyotter through the sea, wave tossed without a care.

You trundle, Happy Chappy, nappy on or tackle bare

In search of an adventure through a self inspired dare.

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It's "Wo's' for watches, "Guntes"for drinks and very clearly "Plane"

And "Ducks" and "Keys" and "Dogs" and "Bees" and just as plainly

"Rain"

And "Pens" and "Nose" and "Eyes" your fingers emphasise with pain

And"Cars" with throaty "Rs" and "Trucks" and very nearly "Train"

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You're interested in everything, in life or in your books

Embracing dogs and people, unconcerned by age or looks

"Non Angeli, sed Angeli" you're part of nature's plan

To guild the twentieth century and the next one if you can.

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Written by JMH enroute Port Moresby to London 5.2.89