Where have they all gone? 
Where have they all gone to? 
Where are all the muff divers 
Beaver bumpers 
Slit lickers 
Mound humpers 
Where are all the lesbians? 

Where is their throaty laughter? 
Where are all their chuckles? 
The swagger and bright hellos 
Grins and kind eyes 
Quick jokes and helpful hands 
Where are all the lesbians? 

Where have my friends gone? 
Where have they run off to? 
To cosy beds 
To rosy rooms 
To full fridges 
And smooth down-tempo 

The gardens are empty 
The leaves have fallen 
Weeds needs whacking 

The dykes are all gone for the season 
The nub nibblers have migrated on 
My sweet vagitarians are scattered far and wide 
We’ll meet again soon, I hope, when days are long. 

Dedicated to the Garden Girls of De Eendracht.