Do you want to read this ditty br about a girl who came from, br the city. br Her name doesn't really matter, br because it's only, br a load of old chatter. br The girls father was a booser br a real right battle cruiser. br He sent her on the street, br with nothing on her, br plates of meat. br This poor little br cockney sparrow, br who could hardly push br her barrow. br The poor girl was brasic, br there was hardly any brass, br but the blame was with her farther, br who was always on his, Khyber Pass br She had to keep br herself fed, br to stop her from ending up br brown bread. br The toffs would come br dressed in whistle and flutes, br toffed up to the nines, br right down to their to daisy roots. br Upon their heads were titfer's br that shone like polished glass, br and always their sky rockets, br were jingerling, full of brass. br She would chat, to them all br until the very last call. br Then down the frog and toad br her drunken father would come, br he never knew it was all over, br when landing on his fife and drum. br The toffs they threw him br up on to the barrow, br and crushed his br prize cockney marrow. br They took him to the hospital, br because he coulden't, jimmy widdle br and this is the end, br of the cockney sparrows' riddle.