Reply To: Circle of Eights, Stories

“Oranges and lemons”, say the bells of St. Clement’s

(The crone started singing to the baby)

“You owe me five farthings”, say the bells of St. Martin’s
“When will you pay me?” say the bells of Old Bailey
“When I grow rich”, say the bells of Shoreditch

(Madrake tutted and raised his eyebrows)

“When will that be?” say the bells of Stepney
“I may express to you: Whenever you choose to create it”, says the great bell of Bow