TOM tit

In an office in River House a little TOM-tit
Sang “Waffle, titwaffle, titwaffle”
And I said to him, “Dicky-head, you’re full of shit
Singing ‘Waffle, titwaffle, titwaffle'”
“Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?” I cried
“Or an arse-full of boss crap in your little inside”
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied
“Oh, waffle, titwaffle, titwaffle!”