Watch out our Anne! Swing as high as you can!
By the gate, with a dog, near the pond is a dirty old man.
Eight-year old girl with your skirt in the sky and your fat pink thigh.
Old mac man with your piebald dog and your tired lustful eye.
Tumbled off the swing , dusty, red and sweaty; Anne goes by.
“’Ello old cock! ‘Ow’s yer dog? Lost yer tongue?” Bangs the gate
she runs on laughing, with cruel knowing eye.
The dog sneezed. The old man could only fetch a sigh.