| Once upon a time, there wa' a wee lad who was
such a little ingrate he wouldna even be kind to
'is da. 'Is poor da worked 'ard t' put food inta
the brat's gullet, and the wee pissant wouldna even
git the man a pint when 'e got 'ome. One night,
while the wretched wee bastid slept, 'is da came
inta 'is room and gazed down at the child's peaceful
face. 'Is da took a big stick o' wood and bashed
the brat's skull in. The da left the room whistling
a 'appy tune, secure in the knowledge he wouldn
'ave t' look at the kid's snotty, ungrateful mug
ever again.
Now git t' sleep, an' be nice t' yer da when
'e comes 'ome from work.
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