"Worthy of Love", my name is Latin
It was first recorded in the year 1212
Made popular by playwrights and poets in satin
It could be quite romantic, it's said
But my friends have other ideas
About what it means to be a poet
I hear it all the time
To be honest, I've outgrown it
But they insist it must be repeated
It's become their bloody mantra
So sick of hearing their little rhyme
"Amanda Panda sitting in the veranda"
Then there's "Amanda" - "Amanda who?"
A silly knock-knock ditty
If it's not "Amanda hug 'n' kiss"
It's "Amanda fix the telly"
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