Paying the Fare
Christopher Robin had four little foxes Who paid up their fares in the 'honesty' boxes. They went to the station and got on the trainscs Which flew like a bomb and as right as the rains is. The train took them safely to Leicester Square And that was the place where they paid the fare. What a splendid arrangement, they said with a
laugh
At the London Passenger Transport Staff, And no one can ever again pretend That it isn't much simpler to pay at the end. But now sad and apparently, quantum suf., There's some of them didn't pay quite enough, And Mr. Manzi who'd got the sack— In the end they've decided to have him back. So on Monday mornings the bookety-clerks, Arc back on the business as gay as the larks, And the foxes again must stand in the queue Exactly the way that they used to do, And hush, hush—whisper who dare— Christopher Robin is paying his fare.
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