He lewks sa grand an big,
That little durst ya pool his noas,
Ur lug his twisted wig.
Pratly, reyt pratly, ovver t'floor,
A tep e toas ye walk,
An hod yur breeath for varry awe,
An whisper when ya tauk.
There's that abaht him, bud I knaw'nt
Nut reytly hah ta say't,
That maks ya feel as small as thieves