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One, Two, Buckle My Shoe
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First published in Great Britain by Collins 1940
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Source ISBN: 9780008164966
Ebook Edition © September 2016 ISBN: 9780007422630
Version: 2017-04-12
To Dorothy North
who likes detective stories and cream,
in the hope it may make up to her
for the absence of the latter!
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Three, four, shut the door,
Five, six, picking up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them straight,
Nine, ten, a good fat hen,
Eleven, twelve, men must delve,
Thirteen, fourteen, maids are courting,
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen,
Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty …
Table of Contents
Seven, Eight, Lay Them Straight
Eleven, Twelve, Men Must Delve
Thirteen, Fourteen, Maids Are Courting
Fifteen, Sixteen, Maids in the Kitchen
Seventeen, Eighteen, Maids in Waiting
Nineteen, Twenty, My Plate’s Empty
Mr Morley was not in the best of tempers at breakfast. He complained of the bacon, wondered why the coffee had to have the appearance of liquid mud, and remarked that breakfast cereals were each one worse than the last.
Mr Morley was a small man with a decided jaw and a pugnacious chin. His sister, who kept house for him, was a large woman rather like a female grenadier. She eyed her brother thoughtfully and asked whether the bath water had been cold again.
Rather grudgingly, Mr Morley said it had not.
He glanced at the paper and remarked that the Government seemed to be passing from a state of incompetence to one of positive imbecility!
Miss Morley said in a deep bass voice that it was Disgraceful!
As a mere woman she had always found