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Come in, come in, this is the hall.
Can you spot any here at all?
The coat-of-arms, the fire, the irons,
Reveal another seven lions.
I'll mount the twenty stairs with you,
And count the stair-rods two by two,
Did you forget the newel-post?
I wonder if we'll see the ghost.
This place is haunted, so 'tis said,
By some great baron, long since dead,
He killed the saddest lion of all ...
That hunting trophy on the wall?
Here is the bathroom is extremely posh ...
Leonine taps to help us wash.
Don't lift the seat, we may discover
Lions lurking under cover.
This bedroom's huge. the bed is vast!
An oak four-poster from the past,
Carved by a craftsman, long ago.
With lions each corner, head and toe.
