One in the Hand, Two in the Bush
A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush, little lass
Remember these words t’ be true
For though they both may fit, though tightly, in that sodden grass
In the morn’ you’ll be black ‘n blue
Nay, sweety, one in the hand is the way t’play
Even naughtiness has degrees of class
So although you have two boys with whom to pass the time away
Make ‘em form a single file line for your *ss