Jenny Rebecca, four days old, how d'you like the world so far

Jenny Rebecca, four days old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are

For you have swings to be swung on, trees to be climbed up

Days to be young on, toys you can wind up

Grass to be lying on, sun up above

Pillows for crying on, when you're in love

Ponies for riding on, wind in your hair

Slides to be sliding on, leaves in the air

Dolls to be caring for, love to be giving

Dreams to be daring for, long as you're living

Yes, you have dreams to be daring for, long as you're living

Jenny Rebecca, four days old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are