Who is the oldest child among us,
Summers his name and disposition,
And he is seventy seven Summers young.
Still sprightly on his new knees.
Who leads the marchers?
Leaving youngsters, fond of life's vices,
Far behind.
Who leads the real kids astray?
Who rang Nimmity's bell?
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Who sounded the hooter?
To wake us from our slumbers,
In the footy change room.
Who keeps us in good humour with his shenanigans?
Neville, the rascal.
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