How I long to order paella

And a large glass of sparkling wine

Sitting under a yellow umbrella

In the sun, looking simply divine

Oh I'd love to order paella

And to sit at a harbour cafe

With a dark and mysterious fella

Who is willing and able to pay

We would share our delicious paella

Let the juices run over our chin

And while smoking a long panatella

He'd tell me of places he'd been

Of strange places he'd eaten paella

Desert islands and shipwrecked at sea

How he'd fished off the coast of Marbella

But now has eyes only for me

It's a dream of mine, eating paella

In a warm garlic haze by the sea

But we English still fear salmonella

Just grilled fish and a few chips for me!

Submitted by Pam Egan

York

Updated: 12:16 Thursday, March 07, 2002