Classic Poem

Oh Dolley on your berry life
Don't breave a word to Mam
But tell me did you ever hear
Your Dramna tell a tram.

I wondered if I prayed would Dard
Send someping down to me
And Dranma said " in torse he would "
But, dest you wait and see.

I prayed that Dard would send me down
A nice long drey moustartche
Betause I wanted Bimmie Bown
To wear it at the martch.

But when I wunned wight home from school
To see the postman tum
I feel dest like a ickle flool
Betause there wasn't none.

So then we left the soldier play
And bofe went on the swing
And I told Bimmie she must be
A nasty ceitful fing.