This bizarre humor comes from often encountering a sign
announcing a small village with a population count.
In a city of millions births and deaths must all even out
but in a village of hundreds I often wonder how accurate such a count can be.

The Village of Exactness

Driving off the beaten track
kids as usual stuck in the back
comment on what they see
half listening Mum daydreams free.
Look Mum, "The Village of Exactness".
Population three hundred and six.
No wait, three hundred and five.
Dear old Mr Dunster's no longer alive.
No! Make that three hundred and seven.
Twins are born to Mrs McEwen.
Uh! Three hundred and six again.
Dear Mrs Blake's gone to heaven.
Look Mum........