She volunteered at the hospice,

They'd seen off her old man fine

Daytimes she was a lollipop lady

Keeping kids safe with her sign

 

Then she took ill, her sight went

Gradually the kids put in peril,

A brain tumour behind her eyes

Still the kids relied on old Beryl

 

Sadly she gave up the hospice

Painkillers made her too weary

The kids noticed she was tired

Getting cross and often teary

 

Seeing the traffic became hard

She relied mainly on her ears

The head-mistress had a word

Concerned about parents fears

 

One Monday she didn't see a van

Walked straight out onto the road

The kids prayed for Beryl, unaware

What hospital blood tests showed

 

Back at the hospice, she's in

The bed where her Bill died,

Waiting for a lollipop lady to

Guide her to the other side

(coronaverse 204)