Can anyone remember the rest of the poem from our schooldays that started
"I wish I lived in a caravan, with a horse to drive like a pedlar man"
2006-11-15 01:47:35 · 4 answers · asked by pontoise 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
I wish I lived in a caravan,
With a horse to drive, like the pedlar man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!
His caravan has windows, two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town!
"Chairs to mend and delf to sell!"
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets, ranged in order,
Plates with the alphabet round the border!
The roads are brown and the sea is green,
But his house is just like a bathing machine;
The world is round and he can ride,
Rumble and splash to the other side!
With the pedlar-man I should like to roam,
And write a book when I came home;
All the people would read my book,
Just like the Travels of Captain Cook!
2006-11-15 01:50:34 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
The Pedlar's Caravan
I wish I lived in a caraven,
With a horse to drive, like the pedlar-man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!
His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.
Chairs to mend, and delf to sell!
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates with the alphabet round the border!
The roads are brown and the sea is green,
But his house is just like a bathing machine;
The world is round, and he can ride,
Rumble and splash, to the other side!
BY:William Brighty Rands
2006-11-15 01:52:42 · answer #2 · answered by Jenny 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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2016-12-10 09:36:58 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Ramachandran@yahoo I remember this poem from my school days. Presentation convent church park Madras. With sister Celine.
2016-01-26 07:38:15 · answer #4 · answered by achoo 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋