| There was a young girl called Lynette. | | | | Then she went to the Back to Dandenong Town |
| Who heard about a mountain goat named | | | | Hall dance, |
| Blanchette. | | | | Where Lynne met her husband John perchance. |
| She decided to change her name to Lynne, | | | | Though they remembered each other, it was love |
| Largely because she wanted to fit in. | | | | at first sight. |
| After a while Lynne began to feel sad, | | | | He followed her around with mini dim sims, as if it |
| Because her husband started to make her feel | | | | was his right. |
| mad. | | | | Commitment meant things were not always rosy, |
| Sometimes she was up and sometimes she was | | | | Lynne committed to John, they were married, |
| down, | | | | pink posy. |
| Lynne came across as always wearing a frown. | | | | The commitment was scary, |
| She began her life optimistic, like a fairy | | | | Past experiences made it feel quite hairy. |
| godmother, | | | | Still she did not give up, neither did he, |
| But over time became wretched, like the ugly | | | | Both as stubborn as they could be. |
| stepmother. | | | | Well. Along came Michael and Linda King, |
| Lynne felt so disparaged, without a glimmer of | | | | Can you imagine for Lynne what that could bring? |
| hope. | | | | There was light at the end of the tunnel, |
| Without hope, all was darkness, no joy, no scope. | | | | Some purpose and plan, for her it would funnel. |
| Looking for and giving love, yet living in fear, | | | | A new commitment, which was easy, quite easy, |
| So tired, depressed; no hope was near. | | | | She now knew what was up, what was down, |
| Yet she never really gave up, her spirit regained | | | | easy peasy. |
| its fire. | | | | Seven years later came a revelation. |
| Lynne became stronger, resourceful, inspired to | | | | Change her name back - what a new situation. |
| move, with desire. | | | | Replace the old, bring in the new, which before |
| Start a new life with her five children and move | | | | 'Lynne' was the old too. |
| on, | | | | Lynette, what a turn about, so goodbye to Lynne |
| On to new pastures, new adventures of her own. | | | | and hoo roo. |
| Release the old and put it aside, | | | | Now things were flowing, she felt uplifted and |
| Go where she need not live in fear nor hide. | | | | grateful, |
| And so it was a new beginning, a new start, | | | | Her demeanour was far from hateful and her |
| Not easy, but different, with a broken heart. | | | | resolve was unshakable. |
| Over time Lynne grew strong, independent and | | | | Today the flow and story continues along, |
| bright, | | | | Lynette feels she can do anything, except sing a |
| Learning many thinks, feeling fluffy and light. | | | | song. |
| Yoga, Tai Chi, Astrology, Theosophy, painting and | | | | There is still a ways to go, |
| sculpture, | | | | "That's life" her mentor says, "Make it up as you |
| A secretary, kids, dogs, rabbits and walking with | | | | go". |
| rapture. | | | | And thank you dear audience for your |
| Lynne still felt angry, resentful and depressed, | | | | participation, |
| At least it was her choice now whether to feel | | | | It has been my utmost pleasure to share with |
| repressed. | | | | much anticipation. |
| More new - she now went out meditating and | | | | I remain true and benevolent, humble I reckon |
| chanting, | | | | and heaven sent. |
| The singing and meditation filler her life, was | | | | Love and kisses, Lynette Mitchell, your servant. |
| amazing. | | | | |