To A Marse (To A Mouse)

To A Mouse

Awright mate, yer scrawny, break of dawn, one bed house!

Watcha getting in such a Titanic abart?

Na need to Botany Bay in such a paper waste

Ta some corn rick

No way I’d scarper afta ya

Wiv me magic trick

Arm 10 ton lorry, man’s dominion

H’as left ya wiv na place fer a natter

Yer rite enuf ta fink we’re afta ya

Man certainly puts the wind up ya

But me, seeeeeeeeeeee is just a nuva uuming being

A plain pot & pan

Suppose ya gotta be a tea leafe

Sah? Me little half a house ya have ta eat ain’t ya?

Na one’ll miss a bit a corn

Fill ya boots ya dinky scouse

We’ll half this fog & mist (grist)

An na messin