in a durzet town where i was born
the dolphins played at break of dawn
the cockerel's crowed whilst the cuckoos cried to be let out the gate
the zunners played and the seas first tide and was never late
the poet he did write a rhyme
John Augustus drew the gypsies fine
old hardy he wrote a tale or two
whilst Barnes wore fancy buckled shoes
the clock it chimed out the hour
the miller mad fished by the stour
the durdle door was open wide
then the fishermen came in by the tide
the park was given by a lady guest
Enid blyton wrote adventures blessed
the pirates rode on silver bikes
old Freddie mixed with lords and tykes
Stevenson lodged above the bay
we went to market on Thursday
stainer's was a cobbler till today
all castles and kings rode the gypsy way
the fair lodged on alder hills whit Saturdays
whilst the zunners played amongst the hay