As I was going to…

As I was going to…

St. Ives

I met a man who could count in fives,

In Cornish.

But, that was then

and this is now,

and I was going to…

St. Ive,

to see my mate,

the infamous Steve,

who can count in ones,

all the way to three;

I dream of counting as well as he.

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