There was a young woman from York.

Who did not speak English but barked

When I asked her why

She started to cry

I joked, can’t you stop or at least get an Ark?

There was an old lady from Nairn

Who loved to lie down amidst

ferns

Until she lay on a thistle

Her words made dogs whistle

This is quite common we learn.

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The branches show a creamy grey today.

Unmoved by birds or wind, no feel of play