Here he is, the noisiest old fella in town.
He really should know better.
It's no wonder I can't get a lie in on a Market Saturday.
Our little GO GROW stall was festive this time, though not a sole bought my swags of cones they were very cheerful to look at. People wanted to buy cabbages instead.
Mr Brown came into town on the old traction engine ......!
(you can finish the song yourself)
Some bloke put on a silly hat for the last hour of the festivities;
Oh what a surprise, IT WAS BOB!
: )
HAPPY DAY
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