In Clapham Town there is a place
Where life goes on at a slower pace
The buses stop and rest their wheels
While passengers enjoy their meals
The residents are in a fuss
The council wants to move their bus
And pave the square in which they stand
And put a market on the land
The plan may seem a good idea
But residents do have a fear
Their lives may be turned upside down
So please don't change the Old Town
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