Hark the horrid angels sing,
How long is a piece of string?
From one end unto the other,
If you like go ask your mother.
Roll it in a ball and kick it,
See if you can take a wicket,
With two chopsticks you can knit it,
Ask your granny to unpick it.
Hark the horrid angels sing,
Has any bugger seen the string?
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There was a lady from St Bees
Who was stung on the wrist by a wasp,
When asked if it hurt
She said it did not,
A jolly good thing it wasn’t a hornet.
(anon)
(anon)
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