The Rafters of Huntingdon
This afternoon as we relaxed after today’s performance of BIBL, without any reason at all, my tics turned their attention to a place down south – Huntingdon to be exact. Here’s the strange song in all its glory:
“The rafters of Huntingdon are calling out your name,
The rafters of Huntingdon are burning in shame,
The rafters in Huntingdon are the nesting place of bats.…
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