![]() ![]() This is the poem from the book by Agatha Christie. He went and hanged himself and then there were none One got frizzled up and then there were one ![]() Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun Three little Indian boys walking in the zooĪ big bear hugged one and then there were two One got in chancery and then there were fourĪ red herring swallowed one and then there were three Six little Indian boys playing with a hiveĪ bumblebee stung one and then there were five ![]() One chopped himself in halves and then there were six Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks One said he'd stay there and then there were seven One overslept himself and then there were eightĮight little Indian boys traveling in Devon One choked his little self and then there were nine ![]()
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