Nine Green Bottles.
Ten green bottles sitting on the shelf
At times like this I just want to help myself
Everyone knows me so I can do as I please
Oh..I do fancy some cheese
Quietly I’ll spirit them away
One or two every other day
Oh dear, I’ve got my collar felt
Maybe now I’ll get some help.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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