Scarborough Fair
They stopped Scarborough Fair,
And the children went home
Clutching their goldfish bowl.
They'll remember the din,
The shouts and the screams
Plus their colourful win.
Or will name the bright fish,
Put the bowl on a dish,
Or sing soft of Scarborough Fair.
2/15/2015
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