RYAN BRASHBY AND HIS GREEN STICKY FINGERS
By Flog Sabore

There's a bloke called Ryan Brashby, who lives in the house on the hill.
His friend's hands are in other folk's pockets, his hands are stuck in the till!
From morning til' night they beaver away stealin' as much as they can, but
when folks round abaht try and stop em' they jump up and down in their pram. "Yer know its fot gud er others, that we're only takin' it all, it's a good
game for us un us pals yer know, us un a stick n' a ball."

"Owd on a bit" sez the gatherin crowd, "oo dost the think thee are? Yer
comin it rich wi' us ground yer stole, un yer mates wi' their fancy cars!
Ahl tell thee for nowt owd Brashby owd lad, un tell it thee so tha cun ere -
if tha thinkst cos yerv got us money un all, an yer friends, an yer owse on
the ill, we'll threble the time it takes yer, to goo rahnd the ruddy
concourse, un az fer yer friends, yer stick n' yer ball, yer cun shuv em
right back up yer orse!" (Before you leave town!)