when i was young and under ten a silly wee fool was i the morning that i left the school i heard my mother cry get up get out you lazy lout get into your working clothes up to your knees in oil and grease and a grindstone to your nose i bought me a clock a pretty good clock to help me to tell the time it awakened me every morning with a very poetic rhyme i married me a wife a pretty good wife and kept her many a year come what may she d begin each day by whispering in my ear now some get to lie as long as they like they re luckier men than me i never get to lie very long i m only four foot three