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The Moaner. Too many cooks in the kitchen they're bound to spoil the broth. Too much soap in the bath tub it's over-run with froth. Not enough coal on the fire it needs stoking to keep you from the cold. Why is it you don't listen, why not do as you are told? I do my best to help you, with things that you should do. Do you listen? No you don't, what shall I do with you? You're lazy and bone idle, you'll just have to go. You never get a move on, your movements much too slow. So if you hear me moaning just be on your guard if you don't change your ways my lad you'll work out in the yard. So get out of my kitchen and clean the bath from froth. Make sure the coal is on the fire and not embers in the hearth. Show me you can do it lad pull up your socks and pace. Put an end to my moaning and a smile back on my face.

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