Little Bird
I went fishing
in the Appledore sea
and a little bird
it came to me.
The bird then sat
upon my line
and stared into
the ebbing brine.
O little bird,
what do you there?
The bird replied -
Any worms to spare?
Bring your fishing line when you come to the Appledore Book Festival. You might get lucky too!
Eccentrically.
Colin.
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