The wheels on the sulky go round and round
All through the town.
East and West, North and South
Oh, no! Charlie’s horse has lost a shoe
And he does not know what to do.
Round and round through the town – up and down he did roam.
Near a place dear to my heart perhaps we will find that shoe.
In days of old, jams and jellies and handmade lace were often shown.
Pigs, roosters as well as a cow or two.
Old Black Diamond would appear, and he never lost a shoe
Although many a race he did run
It would be fair to say that much as changed here through the years
Don’t shed a tear
Cause plenty of clues are entered here.