As I Was Going To Sydney Town
As I was going to Sydney town
I met a man with seven clowns.
Every clown had seven hags,
Every hag had seven swags.
Every swag had seven pails,
Every pail had seven snails.
Every snail had seven shells,
Every shell had seven bells.
Shells, bells,
Pails and snails,
Hags, swags,
Man and clowns-
How many were
Going to Sydney town?
Joy Weare.
23rd October, 2006.
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