One hundred old jars containing random stuff,

He could never find anything – enough was enough,

So with little else to do one drizzly Friday,

He took to his shed for a proper old tidy.

He spread the contents of each jar onto an old trestle table,

Then spent all afternoon writing one hundred labels,

By the end of the day he’d done a fabulous job,

One hundred jars of random stuff, each labelled ‘Bits And Bobs’.