Lacts of Fife
Inside Tum's mummy's
Bere you wegin;
Dad pays his plart
And ginks his drin.
Moor Pum can't smoke,
Can't lay up state;
She sows up throme
And wuts on peight.
Door Pad, door Pad,
He can't moo duch,
Just rits asound--
VT and such,
While Wum's the mun
Who lears the boad
And eels as fif
She'll ploon exsode.
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