I was told to buy
As Jo did not want to walk
As the crow does fly
I normally look, walk and just go
Across the fields
Down the tracks
Through the scrub
Through where river which doth flow
This year I was good
I bought Jo a map
But we still got lost
And got in a flap
'you can't read that map'
I told her and laughed.
'it could be over there,over there,
Or over there.
'what?!' I said
'you're havin' a giraffe!'
'Rubbish'I said
And pointed to where
I knew it to be
But it was hidden to be fair
We then ended up
On a shooting range
Which was terribly daunting
And terribly strange.
So East Kennet Barrow
Still remains unfound
Next time when we go
I shall follow the hound.
Ha!
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