Chapter 36: thirty six
Traditional girls' skipping rhyme from Chokely in Wynterset
"I have a deadly nightshade
So twisted does it grow
With berries black as midnight
And a skull as white as snow
The vicar's cocky young son
Came to drink my tea
He touched me without asking
Now he's buried 'neath a tree."
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