There was an old gardener from Jarrow Who grew a great prize-winning marrow It filled him with pride But to get it outside It had to be moved in a barrow.

There was an old gardener from Jarrow
Who grew a great prize-winning marrow
It filled him with pride
But to get it outside
It had to be moved in a barrow.

quote by by John Carter Brown
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