Whilst maw'in abeawt in't back yard.

Me un ar kid wuz digg'in up seyl wi a stick.

When wi font this owd rusty hand grenade.

It were nesslin under this brick.

"What we goo'int do wi it?",ar kid said.

Cos wid neyer seen one like it befoo'er.

Neaw wi at fot be quiet at this point.

Cos grandad wuz oppnin back doo'er.

Neaw grandad wuz owd'in his papper.

He passed us, un geey us a smile.

We knew he wuz goo'int ter't petty.

So we knew he'd bi theer for a while.

Wi waited till he geet settl't deawn.

Thrutch'in un fart'in, he wuz.

Norm'ly tha'd keep weel away.

Stink'in the way thad he does.

It's a rusty owd bugger, this hand grenade.

As we examined this thing that wi'd feawnt.

Just then our kid poo'ed this pin eawt.

Then clod it…. un started fot ceawnt.

It rolled deawn ter't bottom er't yard.

Ar kid, he went whaah't as a ghost.

It eended up a midges frum lavvy.

Weer grandad sat read'in his post.

Our kid.. he start'id a skraahk'in.

He'd av gett'n it back if he could.

But then nowt app'nt for a minute.

It wuz then that wi thowt it a dud.

WHEN

This thing, it went off wi an almighty bang.

Cleawds of muck, dust and smook… what a state.

Wi both were frick'nt un startid fot run.

Until we saw grandad hang'in ore't gate.

Lowf'in his yed off, ar grandad wuz.

Un then through his laughter, he said.

"Aah wonder what thi gran would have thowt.

If ad let one like that go in bed"

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