Ten Green Bottles

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


Round and round

How catchy tunes

Round and Round

Can ride freely

Through our heads

No matter what they say

All day long!

Elizabeth Challinor