THIS is the tale of a Davall, called John Whose village road he walked along Dog on lead, a quest to fill And listen to the birds that trill All these deeds were all in vain For John went feet first down a drain Battered bruised, and soul distraught Som
THIS is the tale of a Davall, called John
Whose village road he walked along
Dog on lead, a quest to fill
And listen to the birds that trill
All these deeds were all in vain
For John went feet first down a drain
Battered bruised, and soul distraught
Someone to justice, must be brought
The perpetrator of this deadly trap
Must bare their knuckles and take a rap
The drain replaced, the old for new
Admits the guilt, I think, don't you.
MR PEARSON
Gorefield
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