The Till on the Hill

The Till on the Hill

I once saw a till,
On a hill, still and chill,
It went beepity-bop!
And it never would stop,
For it liked to count things —
Oh, it counted a lot!It counted the beans,
It counted the jeans,
It counted green apples,
And jars full of greens!It took every pound,
Made a clickety sound,
Then zip! went the slip,
And your change came around.With buttons all bright,
And a screen full of light,
It knew every price —
Oh, it got them all right!So if you should wander
Through Shop Street one day,
And hear beepity-bops
From the tills on display,
 Just tip your big hat,
 Give a wave, if you will…
 For you’ve met the grand master —
 The EPOS-y till!