PEBBLE COUNTING.
I’ve got to find a new hobby,
One that I can show to young bobby,
One that is interesting & will tax my mind,
I’ll look in this book, see what I can find.
Im counting pebbles on the beach,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Cos if I count the lot im told,
Then I can go to heaven,
I’ve got up to ten, now I’ve used all my fingers,
Hurry up now, I must not linger,
Off come my shoes, & my toes will be twenty,
Lots more left, so im sure there are plenty,
Cor what a lot, im sure they are breeding,
On the other hand they could be seeding,
What comes after twenty, I’ve not enough digits,
The thought of not finishing has given me the fidgets,
(Oh I remember now, in the east they say, many, many,).
The tide’s coming in now. & I’m going to get wet,
Can’t count any more, must be something I ate.
Exhausting this hobby, I just want my tea,
Fried snowballs & a rasher of wind, just for me.
Whilst doing this hobby, my IQ has doubled,
& If you have read it, as no doubt you’ve troubled.
Then your IQ & mine, have followed it through,
Cos both our IQs have gone up, from ‘one’ to ‘two’.
Thus stock quotes
Thus stock charts
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