Call me bewilder
I am a youngster
A fulsome dreamer
Rocky is my course
A barren watercourse
Litter has been my cuisine
Since she dropped six under
Mama was a spinster
I had a Shadowy pater
My sibling my sister
The girl they took to aid
The boy they deserted
Alone on pavements
Turned a mendicant
Myself to support
Now I want be lass
A laddie will not subsist
World’s meanness

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