I had a little sock tree
Nothing would it bear,
But some little red socks,
And what a scruffy pair.
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The queens of England’s son,
Came to visit me,
All because of
My little sock tree.
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When he saw my sock tree,
And the scruffy pair.
He staggered back, aghast,
At the colour, rare.
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He said, they are fine socks,
I must have them – I must,
How much do you want,
For the pair, he asked.
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I told him that my socks,
Are not for sale – are not,
He replied, I must have them,
I’ll pay a pretty bob.
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How much will you pay?
I asked, intrigued, a bit,
He said, I’ll pay ten thousand pounds,
Here they are, I said.
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The Crazymad Writer 