Sorry... it's a verse from a rugby song, sung to the tune of "My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean":
My aunt's got a teashop at Horsham, It's known as a hotbed of sin. They call it the horshop at Teasham, My god how the money rolls in.
Ever since I first heard that, I've seen Horsham's teashops in a new light.
-------------------- John
Who could suppose that angels move the stars, or be so superstitious as to suppose that because one cannot see one's soul at the end of a microscope, it does not exist?
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