AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

Ever since I read this thread, I've had the piece I was forced to recite at school trying to force its way out of its locked down quarentine area buried in the depths of my memory.

"Slowly, silently, now the Moon "Walks the night in her silver shoon, "This way and that, she peers and sees "Silver fruit upon silver trees......"

An appalling piece (IMHO) made worse by never being explained, it was years before I discovered that "silver shoon" were shoes and not a description of moon light.

Give me Kipling every time.

Regards

Walrus