Hello In the Poorest Tone

To the man who makes us moan “Hello” in the poorest tone: Your mean boss too strong to fight He’ll defeat you ‘The Too Light,’ An old child’s watchful father On coarse games it takes farther, Mother who loathes your girlfriend; Merely meets her, sees a fiend! Does she want to break your heart, Over you run a big cart? “Good Day” in the tiniest voice; The birds know it’s not your choice! We forgive them, when they’ve dead And now relax to eat bread.