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Some say that Guy of Warwick, / The man that killed the Cow / And brake the mighty Boar alive / Beyond the Bridge at Slough; / Went up against a Loathly Worm / That wasted all the Downs, / And so the roads they twist and squirm / (If I may be allowed the term) / From the writhing of the stricken Worm / That died in seven towns. / I see no scientific proof / That this idea is sound, / And I should say they wound about / To find the town of Roundabout, / The merry town of Roundabout, / That makes the world go round.
Some say that Robin Goodfellow, / Whose lantern lights the meads / (To steal a phrase Sir Walter Scott / In heaven no longer needs), / Such dance around the trysting-place / The moonstruck lover leads; / Which superstition I should scout / There is more faith in honest doubt / (As Tennyson has pointed out) / Than in those nasty creeds. / But peace and righteousness (St. John) / In Roundabout can kiss, / And since that's all that's found about / The pleasant town of Roundabout, / The roads they simply bound about / To find out where it is.