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Random Poem of the Day

1Sing a song of sixpence,
2A pocketful of rye,
3The lover's in the garden
4And battle's in the sky.
5The banker's in the city
6Getting off his gold;
7Oh isn't it a pity
8The rye can't be sold.
9The queen is drinking sherry
10And dancing to a band;
11A crowd may well feel merry
12That it does not understand.
13The banker turns his gold about
14But that won't sell the rye,
15Starve and grow cold without,
16And ask the reason why
17The guns are in the garden,
18And battle's in the sky.