  What's the gooder being good? Always every day Somefing comes and compradicks Everyfing I play. I was digging in the garden And I digged me toe, Why do I do that for? I don't know! Then I goes and chases Sufi, Sufi won't be chased: I falled over the wheelbarrow And hurted all me waist. I tooks me little pictures out And laid them in a row, I told the wind to stop away And not come round and blow. Up there comes a norful wind And brushed the lot away: Daddie, Gord's been 'noying me All this day. |
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