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by Marriott Edgar (1939)
Illustrations by John Hassall
Years ago, having bought their stick with an 'orses 'ead 'andle, cheeky schoolboys (and girls) might have tried to confuse Woolworth's shop assistants by asking for a Recumbent Posture, but it was usually a waste of time; everyone in my Yorkshire town was familiar with this poem.
But hours of fun could be enjoyed by getting them to rummage through the stockroom for a 'sky-hook'.
Today, a sky-hooks actually exist (various equipment such as surface-to-air lifting gear used on helicopters) but I'm sure they've been replaced by another leg-pull.
The day after Christmas, young Albert His parents were all in a fluster Ma made him a basin of gruel, | |
The pain showed no signs of abating, He sent up a bottle of physick, As Ma stood there reading the label "I can manage the teaspoon" said Mother Said Pa, "What about Mrs Lupton?... So they went round and asked Mrs Lupton, |
They try the Co-op shop |
She said, "You'd best try the Co-Op shop, So round they went to the Co-Op shop, Said Ma, "It's for our little Albert, "If it's little lads size as you're wanting," He sent them across to a tin-smith, |
They tried every shop they could think of, The last place they tried was the chemist, It means "Lying down" - put in Latin "They're not dosing my lad with Latin." |
At last they visit the chemist |