by Anonymous We 'ad a bleedin' sparrer wot Lived up a bleedin' spaht One day the bleedin' rain came dahn An' washed the bleeder aht. An' as 'e layed 'arf drahnded Dahn in the bleedin' street 'E begged that bleedin' rainstorm To bave 'is bleedin' feet. But then the bleedin' sun came aht Dried up the bleedin' rain So that bleedin' little sparrer 'E climbs up 'is spaht again. But, Oh! - the cruel sparrer 'awk 'E spies 'im in 'is snuggery 'E sharpens up 'is bleedin' claws An' rips 'im aht by thuggery. Jist then a bleedin' sportin' type Wot 'ad a bleedin' gun 'E spots that bleedin' sparrer 'awk An' blasts 'is bleedin' fun. The moral of the story Is plain to everyone... That them wot's up the bleedin' spaht Don't get no bleedin' fun.
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