355 and ninety-oh
Was writ about a radio
Worn by a folkie lady-oh
All in the month of May

355 and ninety-one
Was writ by a witless mother's son
Just to find a bit o' fun
On the banks of the shimmering Tay

355 and ninety two
Will be writ by someone much like you
Who has nothing better for to do,
All in the month of May.

355 and ninety-three
(Posted by someone much like me)
Will fill the hall with mirth and glee
(If it all turns out that way)

And 255 and ninety-four
Will bring us closer, one step more
Toward 355, six hundred's door
All in the month of May

(Doggerel from a scrap of Elizabethan parchment found in the midden of Mohamme-on-Lyne, dated to approximately May 1601)