The people of Wells
Are singing their kells
And walking the path with their feet
The people of Shepton
Are blowing their claxon
And sounding a march in retreat
For you know when they join
The two sides of the coin
Both will be facing defeat
For the Sheptonians are like stone
And the Wellsonians like bone
And it will be like when two tribes meet
So perhaps don't try to bridge the gap
That once fell from the map
But instead let sleeping dogs sleep
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