’twas a lad from local parts who struck out for Semaphore town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. he loitered here(because he thought day light savings ended on Sunday) he loitered there(at a kids birthday party) till he was like to drop. Until at last in sheer despair he found a barber’s shop. The razor was as sharp as the strife’s tongue, and my son relaxed.