(Solo) <br />A boozer was old uncle Stall <br />Not sober he, know all; <br /> <br />Little Tommie he once asked: <br />Home, beer two cans I had; <br /> <br />Two en routes at Bill Richard, <br />Two cans from neighbors bar, <br /> <br />Tommie, add and tell me now <br />What is the number; cans’ <br /> <br />(Chorus- thrice) <br />Tommie, add and tell me now <br />What is the number; cans’ <br /> <br />(Solo) <br />‘Two at home and two at bar <br />An’ two, at Bill Richard’s <br /> <br />Total six an’ plus one you <br />That makes it seven, Sir! ’ <br /> <br />(Chorus- thrice) <br />Total six and plus one you <br />That makes it seven, Sir! ’ <br /> <br />PS: My daughter asked why chorus thrice... yes; thrice, two times...that makes it six...to six cans of beer...cheers, old Stall! <br /> <br />17th June 2009<br /><br />Kesav Venkat Easwaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boozer-was-old-uncle-stall/
