Car crime's low, the gun crime's lower, The town hall band CD, it's a grower, You never hear of folk getting knocked on the bonce, Although there was a drive-by shouting once, But there's a brass band everywhere, And I don't drive so I don't care, And as a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square, What's Chatteris if you're not there?
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Richard Dawkins
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