We won the warIn 1964!
We won the war
In 1964!
And the next year..?
We won the hive
In 1965!
No, it doesn't work and the parade of chanting children at my primary school turned to mass-laughing ha-ha-he-ha-ha at a hapless contemporary who had shat his shorts in the playground.
And later one played Best Man Dead or sang Buffalo Billy and the girls knew complicated skipping songs (curses chiz chiz) and now a half-century later one has suddenly forgotten the other rhyme which inspired this post in the first place.
Also there was John with the dark eye-sockets who ate dog-poo for popularity. And
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Memories are made of this.
Yes, I just wish I hadn't forgotten all the good bits. An incompetent in the editing suite.
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