End of An Old Song, by R.B.
End of an Old Song I'm told I had an Uncle Moving around the globe, - I really ought to find him By satellite or probe He could be not too distant He can't be all that far - He may be at Uttoxeter, He might be at Utah! He could be down at Haltemprice, He could be up at Hull, I might find him in Merseyside, In Macclesfield or Hull; He might have gone to Lampeter, He may have gone to Leicester, He could now be at Chiddingfold, Or Chichester or Chester. One day I'm sure to find him In Farnham or in Fleet Behind a chemist's counter, Or jogging down the street. He might have gone to Petersfield By way of Polesden Lacey, Or walked to Warninglid from Ware Via Bude or Bovey Tracey. O Peripatetic Uncle Under the self-same sky - Are you ensconced in Rochester, In Rejkjavik or Rye? You may have glimpsed the Golden Gate, Or hung out at Hankin, You may have seen the Gates of
