’Ud let him use his crutch.

It ain’t my fault that Willie blew

His hand off, like a chump;

I told him what those big ones do;

He needn’t ’a’ took the stump.

It ain’t my fault a rocket flies

’N’ hits some him er her;

Somebody’s got to wear glass eyes;

That’s what glass eyes is fer!

It ain’t my fault the stuff was bad