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It was at Heathrow we met her.
And soon would know her much better.
Cases she'd check and heads would count,
Detail she'd give: in huge amount
Wake-up at six; cases at eight,
Don't be late at the hotel gate.
On the coach, tell Rick now to go
Where we will stop she lets us know.
From San Diego to Phoenix
And all along Route 66
Many a fact kept us enthralled
Oh poor Rick her music appalled.
One complaint, it's her only crime
Lines of her poem did not rhyme
Who was it led us by the hour
The one,
The only,