'Fourteen ninety-two,' said Johnny. 'There's a rhyme: In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.'
Wobbler and Bigmac looked at him.
'Actually, he could have got there in fourteen ninety-one,' said Yo-les, without looking up, 'but he had to sail around a bit because no-one could think up a rhyme for "one".' (JD)