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.