Och! dear, you just flung mud again
you old enough to know when you sling mud
your palms gets dirty too
And you do look a fool
what, with that little tool
its too small to dig proper
Why don\'t you find something worthwhile
to do and behave like an adult for once
rather than spend all today
thinking you can find a way
to manage a romp in the hay
with such a Small chopper
For a ten you\'ll walk sixty six miles and more
but we know you lack the frame and girth
and the necessary charm needed
not to mention the lack of puff
that leaves you spent and in a huff
resenting George\'s real whopper
Och! deer, what a fleeting visitor you make
It\'s in and then its out, thank you ma am
and another wait is two months long
feeling of a twig in a bucket
for me not worth the racket
I\'ll wait for the baton of the Arab Copper