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There Lived an Owl in Lewes Station
“’E’s off today leavin’ for Brighton.”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“The cheatin’ husband I’ve been fightin’.”
“Woo hoo,” quoth the station owl.
“Why must she move to Liverpool?”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“My love, and now I play the fool.”
“Boo hoo,” quoth the station owl.
“She’s bound for Eton to learn to dance.”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“My daughter. Then she’ll move to France.”
“Tutu,” quoth the station owl.
“Two to Staffordshire, please make it quick!”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“My son and I; he’s taken sick.”
“Achoo!” quoth the station owl.
“He’s to London to hire a solicitor.”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“For while I am complicit, he is compliciter.”
“Sue, sue,” quoth the station owl.
“So this is his first time traveling by rail.”
“Who, who?” quoth the station owl.
“My three year-old son, now please, two to Sale.”
“Choo! Choo!” quoth the station owl.
