he was seven foot tall and his name was Kevin.
Said to his brother’s ‘you’re only feckin’ small’
And they were all nearly six foot tall.
One winter evening, the snow was falling,
the younger’s came running as Kevin came calling.
‘We’ll go to the pub, you small lads can pay’
‘c’mon now hurry up, let’s go, don’t delay’
So off in the snow, on that cold winter night
the brothers did go, as they didn’t want to fight
that giant of a man who towered over them all,
as he kept telling them, ‘you’re only feckin’ small’
The tirade of abuse continued for about a mile,
it got too much for the youngest after a while.
So while Kevin hurled abuse to those who were younger
the smallest grabbed him by the legs in a fit of anger
He might have been smaller but he had enough strength
to hop Kevin over a white picket fence
His legs got wedged in between the wide slats
he fell into the garden, landed flat on his back
He couldn’t get up, so pleaded with them all,
‘if you help me out of this , I’ll never call you small’
On that night, he learned a valuable lesson,
No matter what your size, with small lads don’t be messing.
treat them with respect one and all,
because The taller you are, the further you’ll have to fall.
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