There's a chippy on Whit Lane corner
That sells the best fish n chips.
We drool as we queue
Saying 'I'm before you'
While patiently licking our lips.
There's a waft on the the breeze
Oh, hurry up please
The smell is driving me mad!
It flies up your nostrils and tickles your tonsils
And makes me want to add
A penn'oth of chips a penn'oth of peas
And don't forget the vinegar please!
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