Oranges and Lemons

Whilst wandering around downtown Lansing the other day, I popped into the City Market.  One of the vendors had baskets with oranges and lemons, which always makes me think of the old English nursery rhyme that plays a key role in one of my favorite books, Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!