Lots of Little Wilburs
A once ad a maiss cowd “Wilbur”
Wilbur, is that thee? tha daft beggar,
Why did ti run out in front tu car,
A cud have killed tha, tha nus.
Hay Ek!, tha's a cute little beggar,
Luckin up to mi wi that smile,
Eh an now thas givin meh a wink!
Well, well, have sin it all now.
Tha tails wagging like it might drop off.
Now finish crossin rood Wilbur,
Afore tha gets run ooer.
A lucked in mirror, Oh no!
Of all the places,
A cars gunna tek me!
It ran straight over Wilbur,
Hi never stood a chance,
He was flattened…… eh
What a shame…
Winds strong tonight tha nus,
Its blewing owd sycamore leaves all oer rood
And stalks are stickin up like
Lots of little Wilburs….