Just remember an old poem right now, let’s walk the memory lane together :
Old Roger
Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave,
Hmmm! Ha, gone to his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head.
Hmmm! Ha, over his head.
The apple grew ripe and ready to drop.
Hmmm! Ha, ready to drop.
There came an high wind and blew them all off.
Hmmm! Ha, blew them all off.
There came an old woman to pick them all up.
Hmmm! Ha, pick them all up.
Old Roger rose up and gave her a knock.
Hmmm! Ha, gave her a knock.
Which made the old woman go hipperty-hop.
Hmmm! Ha, hipperty-hop.
