Author John Banister Tabb 'T IS all the way to Toe-town,—Beyond the Knee-high hill,That Baby has to travel down—To see the soldiers drill.One, two, three, four, five, a-row——A captain and his men—And on the other side, you know,—Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments