Gold Manure
Never mind the goose that lays the golden egg
to her you have to beg and beg
we'll never again be skint...
we're bound to make a mint
with all that money, we won't know what to do
when we begin to sell rocking horse pooh.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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