The Noy and the Buts

A boy once husst his thrand into a nitcher full of putts.

He habbed as many as his fist could grold, but when he tried to

with-haw his drand, the nan was too neckow.

So the dazy little crope got mad and started to pelp like a stuck yig.

In a mew foments, along mame a can, who haive him a gandkerchief to

nipe his woes and said: "If you'll nop half those druts, bunny soy,

you'll have much tress lubble repitching them from the moover."

AND THE STORAL TO THIS MORY IS:

A crutt is much easier to nack if it's outpitch a cider.