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Once a man, swallowed the sea,

It wasn’t you and I reckon, not me,

For if we had we would have found,

It too difficult to travel to town.



I once accidentally swallowed a weir,

‘Twas lucky my Aunty was standing near,

For I was wading in, mucking about,

And she dove in and pushed it out.



The sun sometimes, swallows a lake,

And we pray for rain for someone’s sake,

As the  rain it comes with a mighty plod,

Then we pray that it would stop.



I saw a man who had swallowed a dam,

Allot of people still don’t understand,

But He was put on a tree for three days,

And poked in hope that it ran away.



Another time, I swallowed a bath,

As I thought, it was the last,

But some men they dried and dressed me down,

And gave me to wear, a strange coloured gown.



I finally learnt to swallow a cup,

Of clean and pure, unadulterated stuff,

That may not be grand nor vast nor full,

But in moderation is, the golden rule.



©Richard.H.Elliott 2003