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These ol' Whites

Most of you have probably been following our exploits on here anyway, but here's a quick reminder of what happened for us in 2014.  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all!

Theo, Theo, he played one, out into the world did come;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Gave us lots of sleepless nights!


Graham, Graham, he played two, bought himself a bright canoe;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Paddling it's a sheer delight!


Toby, Toby, he played three, he grew up and learned to read;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Takes a book to bed at night!


Martha, Martha, she played four, baked some cakes and then some more;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Winning prizes left and right!


Graham, Graham, he played five, loves to see those fast cars drive;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Took Toby to the race track sights!


Theo, Theo, he played six, giggles lots at Toby's tricks;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Boys together - quite a sight!


Toby and Theo, they played seven, thought that Italy's just like heaven;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Pizza, ice cream, lakes and flights!


Martha, Martha, she played eight, stayed up reading far too late;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Looks forward to her Book Club nights!


Theo, Theo, he played nine, wants to stand up all the time;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Holds on to Mum's fingers tight!


Toby, Toby, he played ten, draws with pencils or a pen;
With a knick, knack, paddy whack, what a lot of Whites - 
Forms his letters, starts to write!

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