thought i'd walk through Stafford
to see where Shakespeare was born
the sign pointed towards halford
then nibbled on cob with corn
walking round this town
thinking i was there
Shakespeare i did frown
by now i didn't care
there's more to Shakespeare
that first meets the eye
this thy thou i fear
for it is not thy Stafford
it is Stratford you seek
so we'll visit there
next year
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