Rebecca's always full of life.
  She has a great proclivity
For instigating anything
  Resulting in festivity.

A bevy of the recently-bereaved
  Would find that revelry
Was greatly to their liking
  With a little dash of devilry.

She doesn't use exotic spells
  Or pills or magic potion.
A single swirl or pirouette
  Can bring a whirl of motion

To the limping legs of those who are
  Opposed to dreaded dancers.
Ask her simple questions and
  She'll sing you lengthy answers.

The most reluctant singers
  Never persevere for very long
When straining to refrain from
  Joining in with her endearing song.

Scrooge himself could not resist
  The blissful sound surrounding him.
He'd cast away the shackles
  And the mocking demons hounding him,

And break the rocky ground inside
  His heart where human feeling died.
He'd sing and let his spirit soar
  To clouds where flying boar reside.

Trevor thought that feelings were
  Reserved for those with time to spare,
Who think it's quite tyrannical
  To shorten lengths of long free hair.

He used to be anaesthetising
  Mice with sheer monotony,
A feast of information on
  The finer points of botany.

But then he met Rebecca
  And she broke his opposition
To the notion that emotion
  Should be freed from inhibition.

When he heard her singing
  He was captivated by the sound.
He let his legs go dancing
  And he tried to follow them around.

They never strayed too far away
  From where Rebecca put her feet
When she would utter poetry,
  Entreating guests to sit and eat,

And treat themselves to nights
  Devoid of dread and great anxiety,
Abandoning bewilderment,
  Restraint and their sobriety.

He danced with her and he professed
  A love to last for evermore,
A feeling she had spotted in
  The dreamy smile that Trevor wore.

She'd seen it many times before
  In men who can't resist her charms.
They start to hear the angels sing
  In screaming kids and car alarms.

They'll cast aside a past of posting
  Hateful mail to Santa Claus
And frequently supporting
  Opposition to a worthy cause.

They get a craze for doing good
  And filling days with worthy deeds.
They find holistic remedies
  To satisfy sadistic needs.

Trevor realised that he
  Had rivals for Rebecca's heart.
He started to despise them when
  He saw them strive to get the part.

His rivals hated him as well.
  Undoubtedly they all were dim.
He needed to impress her to
  Ensure she'd trip and fall for him.

Some men simply plead with her
  And tell her that they need her,
Whereas others serenade her
  Wearing leather like the leader

Of a motorcycle gang
  Whose only guide is 'Easy Rider'.
Those in Lederhosen
  Feed her lies on what's inside her.

They tell her that her eyes are like
  Two windows to her soul's retreat,
A sunlit land where little lambs
  Will leap for joy when angels meet.

Trevor couldn't bring himself
  To say these things or sing a song
About the way she made him feel
  Alright when all around was wrong.

He thought she might be happy
  If he wore his best grey suit for her.
He'd visit her and dazzle her
  And maybe play the lute for her,

Or else he'd play the kettle drum
  As softly as a petal falls,
Rising to a noise to rival
  Devils kicking metal walls.

Or else he'd hire an orchestra
  To play when darkness starts to beat
The daylights out of daylight
  In the blue sky's undisguised retreat.

And he could hire a choir as well
  To light a fire inside her heart,
A sound that swells to reach its peak
  As church bells ring and fireworks start.

But he found that his favourite
  Elaborate devices
For enticing her into his life
  Were scuppered by high prices.

So in the end he baked a cake
  And added lemon icing.
Her heart would melt when tasting it.
  To make it more enticing

The top would need a word or two.
  He couldn't think of what to say.
'Happy Birthday' wouldn't do
  Unless he were to wait till May.

He chose to write 'hello' on it.
  His simple prose beat poetry
And songs performed by lovesick men
  On rose-strewn rugs below a tree,

And all the other plots and plans
  Employed by those who played the game.
The capture of Rebecca's heart
  Became their one and only aim.

Trevor was the winner with
  His cake that said 'hello' to her.
They ate it after dinner and
  It clearly brought a glow to her.

She can't resist a slice of cake
  With lots of icing placed on top,
And Trevor's tasted nicer than
  The cakes she purchased in the shop.