In our street, the main street <br /> Running thro' the town, <br />You see a lot of busy folk <br /> Going up and down: <br /> <br />Bag men and basket men, <br /> Men with loads of hay, <br />Buying things and selling things <br /> And carting things away. <br /> <br />The butcher is a funny man, <br /> He calls me Dandy Dick; <br />The baker is a cross man, <br /> I think he's often sick; <br /> <br />The fruiterer's a nice man, <br /> He gives me apples, too; <br />The grocer says, "Good morning, boy, <br /> What can I do for you?" <br /> <br />Of all the men in our street <br /> I like the cobbler best, <br />Tapping, tapping at his last <br /> Without a minute's rest; <br /> <br />Talking all the time he taps, <br /> Driving in the nails, <br />Smiling with his old grey eyes - <br /> (Hush) ... telling fairy tales.<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-street/
