Lesley Wells

She comes from a land where things hop
Where creatures go bouncing non-stop

She feels right at home
On our island of foam
She felt little hesitance
Shifting her residence

From the bottom of the world to the top

She’s worthy of wider renown
For all that she does in this town

This mother, musician,
This teacher, magician:
Two kids to raise up,
One kitten, one pup —

And a husband sometimes to hold down

Few faces are fairer or brighter
Few smiles are warmer or wider

It’s not just her blondeness
Nor even our fondness
It’s not just because
Of mere things that she does —

It must be some something inside her

It’s Being, Australian style
That lifts that sweet Adelaide smile

Blow conches, ring bells
For the great Lesley Wells
Wherever she dwells
Every heart swells —

Let’s keep her a long, long, long while