Have you been playing in the rubbish bin.

Your stinking of old rotten trash.

Your face is all black, and your hands are a mess.

Your certain to come out in a rash.

Stop climbing and throwing those stones.

Your going to hit someone on the head.

And stop being lippy, and speaking back.

Else I'll smack your eye and send you to bed.

Mrs richmond has just been round here.

Bouncing up the back with a gallop.

She say's you've stuck gum in their leslies head.

And they've had to cut his hair down to the scalp.

Now, I'm not going to tell you again.

To stop climbing to the top of that tree.

If you fall off those branches and break both your legs.

I don't want you running to me.

Now listen.. I'll call the police.

They are there for lads with no dad's.

They'll come and take you away.

There's places to send naughty lads.

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