Anderson Swellow br is an interesting fellow br and a very strange one indeed. br br and though he attempted, br everyone contempted br the sight of his jacket of tweed. br br Try as he might, br he was rather trite br and no one would salute him. br br So over the years br his only companions were beers br which slowly began to pollute him. br br He spent all his pay br in a frivolous way br and soon he had none of it left. br br The whole of his jacket br had holes like a racket br and for this he was bereft. br br With the progress of fate br he became quite irate br and sought to avenge all his wrongs. br br So he ran through the village, br threat'ning to pillage br when he heard some distinctive bongs. br br He averted to the source br with impressive force br and found that it came from the steeple. br br He went on inside br and began to reside br and is now one of God's people.