Ten Green Bottles
by Elizabeth Challinor
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall
And if one green bottle should accidentally fall
Don’t tell me they’ll be nine!
I know how to count backwards
Tell me
Why ten?
Why green?
What does it all mean?
Slang, some say
For the new Nineteenth Century officers
Of London’s Metropolitan police
We were never told that in school
Whilst we sang happily away
The wheels of the bus
Go round and round
Funny
Round and round
How catchy tunes
Round and Round
Can ride freely
Through our heads
No matter what they say
All day long!
