Mud On the Road

we're about to go shopping in Salisbury...


Posted by Deborah Courtnell

‘They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats,
By drowning their speaking
 With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.’

Source: Verse II, The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning (1812 - 89)


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