I Can'T Count Dracula, There Isn'T Any Numbers
It's not just One
I won't suggest Two
I'm sure it's more than Three or Four
But I'm telling lies if I claim it's Five
In complete surprise Ill skip out Six
Does the Severn flow through Devon
Cos I'm meeting a mate there at Eight
But it's now gone Nine
and I'm off home again
when it gets to Ten.
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