The poem my dad taught me, that he learned in the Army from a guy he met from Brooklyn. It's called "Thoity Poiple Boids." It goes like this:
Thoity Poiple Boids,
Sittin on the Coib.
Oipin and a Boipin
Eatin Doity Oit Woims.
Along came Moit
And his Goilfriend Goit.
And they saw
Thoity Poiple Boids
Sittin' on the Coib,
Oipin and a Boipin'
Eatin' Doity Oit Woims.
Boy we're dey petoibed!
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