Little Ella bella she sure could yella yella
you could never tella was she poor or wella
Or just a bit rebella mad at oh!, any fella
who stole her pink umbrella
or spilt her sweet paella
made her scratch her left patella
She could raise a high fandango
or stomp a stroppy tango
the party could go mango
inducing some crossa bada lango
never heard in wild Durango
hells bells! English-Irish slango
Ah!, those days.But now,such pleasure
she’s transformed into a treasure
entertains us all at leisure
grace and beauty beyond measure
with laughing eyes,green ,hazel,azure
folks are bereft about Rostrevor
they love her,as do we,forever
she might have been a fella
love Ella,bella Ella
,bella,bella, Ella.
Little Ella bella
beatriceanddante 