There was a bleedin’ sparrer, lived up a water spout,
Then comes a bleedin’ rainstorm wot washed the bleeder out;
That bleedin’ little sparrer went and sat out on the grass
And told that bleedin’ rainstorm to kiss ‘is bleedin’ ass.

And when that storm was over, and likewise, too, the rain,
That bleedin’ little sparer flies off up that spout again.
‘e builds ‘isself a bleedin’ nest and lays a bleedin’ egg;
The bleeder bursts inside ‘is  guts and trickles dahn ‘is leg.

Then comes a bleedin’ parrer ‘awk, what spies ‘im in ‘is snuggery,
‘e sharpens up ‘is bleedin’ claws, an’ chews ‘im up to buggery.
Then there comes a bleedin’ sportin’ cove wot ‘as a bleedin’ gun;
‘e shot the bleedin’ sparrer ‘awk, and spoilt ‘is bleedin’ fun!

Now, the moral of my story is plain enough to all;

spoken
It’s ‘THEM WOT LIVES UP BLEEDIN’ SPOUTS DON’T GET NO FUN AT ALL!!!

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     O God!!!! ---now here’s a thought that will wake you up screaming in the middle of the night!-They actually put the men and women that sing these songs in command of OUR multi million dollar aircraft and boats!!
     Ian Macdonald, 509 Sqn, Korea, says this song was sung in WWII and Korea--after ‘The Vixen’ song--we know they were sung in Vietnam as well.