THE RIVER'S TALE
(Prehistoric)
Twenty bridges from Tower to KewWanted to know what the River knew,For they were young and the Thames was old.And this is the tale that the River told:—
"I walk my beat before London Town,Five hours up and seven down.Up I go till I end my runAt Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.Down I come with the mud in my handsAnd plaster it over the Maplin Sands.But I'd have you know that these waters of mineWere once a branch of the River Rhine,When hundreds of miles to the East I wentAnd England was joined to the Continent.
I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds,And the giant tigers that stalked them downThrough Regent's Park into Camden Town.And I remember like yesterdayThe earliest Cockney who came my way,When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,With paint on his face and a club in his hand.He was death to feather and fin and fur,He trapped my beavers at Westminster.He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,He killed my herons off Lambeth Pier.He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,The tall Phoenician ships stole in,
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