Her name was Lola*, she lived near Holborn,

With orange carrots on her list and milk from a shelf down there

She would be happy and say she's grateful

Once I got back there with hands full

And given the door a pull

Inside the empty shop, I found the lasagne sauce

No need to queue for long, no time to linger

Who could ask for more?

(*of course Ms L isn't really called Lola)

(with apologies to any Barry Manilow fans..?)